Well, that happened.

Wierdly enough, that was precisely what I needed right now.
Now, on to fixing up the rest of my life.
But not right now. Now...i need sleep.

With every year it gets harder and harder not to be my father's son.
i stared at this for a while...and i would like to prove it wrong.

After pretty much every good show comes the depressing morning. The better the show, the more depressing the morning. I was really fucking depressed this morning. Must have been a good show.

I know the decision I made was and is the right one. Doesn't make it suck any less.

...except, my mind hurts. Fucking hell.

I can remember staring at the cover of Surfer Rosa, by this band called the Pixies, and not having heard of them at all thinking "Maybe I should buy it." It wasn't till many years later that I heard it, and wanted to slap my younger self for not doing so.

Why do i freak out more when stuff happens to other people then when it happens to me?
Hope you're both doing ok.