I've got a post planned for sometime in the near future. I was going to write it tonight, but I just don't feel like it.
What will it be about? An exploration of how I feel about music and what it means to me.
Why don't I feel like it tonight? A combination of things, really. The last twenty-four hours or so have been a roller coaster ride; lots of ups and downs. I accomplished a lot last night at work. Read a chapter of Don Quijote. Did some writing. Felt good about myself. Once the end of my shift drew near, things got worse. A whole bunch of things happened that I probably shouldn't let affect me, but they did.
This evening was going well. I received a new disc of Eli Stone episodes in the mail from Netflix. I already watched them, too. Great show. I really enjoy it and I am starting to really draw inspiration from it. I came in to work two hours early. I read two chapters of Don Quijote. I'm actually starting to enjoy reading this book. It's slow going, but I like it. That's a plus. I didn't think I'd enjoy reading it after the disastrous class I took on the book eight years ago.
But now? I'm just tired. And a little depressed. And I just don't feel like searching myself to find and describe how I feel about music.
Behold, The Iron Fist...Yeah, the white guy.
2 months ago