Right out of history.

I was really excited to get a text about jamming this Friday. Even if it's only for a couple of hours, jamming is jamming. And jamming is something I don't do enough. We grabbed an old organ this past weekend. It's pretty exciting. It has to be at least 30 years old, and it's so much fun to play. I'm trying to write some lyrics to a song by Friday. Even though everybody is pretty chill, I still feel like I have something to prove to them. They certainly don't need another guitar and I'm too out of shape on saxophone to play for two hours.

But I guess we'll see how it goes.

I really need to figure out what's going on with my head. I'm having trouble remembering things. Not just assignments and thoughts, but things that I do. Earlier I forgot that I had already gone to the bathroom. If I don't write things on sticky notes or on my arm then I'll forget them entirely. I feel fuzzy in the head.

And my roommate is sick and I am going to go fucking insane from him sniffling all damn day. Bro, seriously: blow your fucking nose. I offered him DayQuil and NyQuil and he turned them both down.

I fucking hate everything.

Comments

Carolynn said…

Focus on the jammin and good things will follow.

February 4, 2010 at 10:07 PM

You ended weak, but you started.

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