Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

In a wierd sort of wired-on-caffeine-but-also-still-really-tired daze this morning, and while there's not a hell of a lot of work for me to do just yet, the internet is moving incredibly slowly today, which is pissing me off just enough to keep me from falling asleep. Plus, it's rather warm in here, but if I take off my wool sweater, my white button-down shirt will have tons of little woolly strands all over it, creating more of a dirty hippie look than I care to present right now.

I have no idea if the preceeding paragraph made any sense.

Last week I was all for a military response against the Taliban; now that it's actually happening, all I can think about is their retaliation. I'm very much on edge. Because of course New York City is the most obvious target, even though we already got hit hard. I'm trying very hard not to be too paranoid. Still, though, it's hard to relax when you've got maniacs running around with dangerous weapons with no rational sense of morality.

Enough, enough, I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want it to go away.

Last night my sampler started fucking up again, which is all I need right now. My gig - Jesus, I have a gig - is in 10 days. I really want to get recording; I also really want to start a band again. I miss playing loud, with other people, grooving and listening and jamming and fucking rocking out. I've been in need of a cathartic experience ever since 9/11, and jamming with a drum machine over headphones isn't quite it.

Um. Everyone seems to be listening to Jeff Buckley these days. That's not a bad idea...

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