Very little to say tonight. Just got home. Horrible headache. Should sleep, but I don’t, or can’t. It’s one of those two. I used to get headaches quite often, but in the past few years they have very much subsided.
Do you ever feel like you’re close to writing something really good, and poignant, and meaningful, but you can’t quite find the words? I’m near that point, I think. I write so much more…skillfully?...when the sun is down and 2:00am rolls in, and then 4:00am. It’s when the sun begins to rise that I know I must stop, or at least should stop. Oh, the joys of being a night person. Living in the dark wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind working third left, but then I couldn’t write, and that would be a problem. That, and most third shift jobs are awful, but that’s not so different from my current job. Anyway, the real reason I’m posting is not to bore you, but to shamelessly promote myself once again, which is easy since I don’t have shame to begin with.
Here’s another link of me playing piano: something new. It’s a cover rather than my own song, of Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri. I won’t rant again about how much I love Christina Perri and her wonderfully depressing music, but I could. Still, I won’t. I hope you like it.
Time to read and write.
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