"Goodnight..."
"... To every little hour that you sleep tight" - Smashing Pumpkins. One of their best songs on the ultimate best album. D'arcy is beautiful. So is this song.I move out soon. Not soon enough. Rehearsals started. Excited. Lots of packing to do. Gym still doesn't seem to be working. It's broken. Eating like last year again. Either nothing but coffee, or a ton of junk. Probably why the gym is broken. Lots of fun songs to learn. For both school and fringe. Playing guitar again. I miss it. And the caluses that I used to have, my fingers hurt (calus..callous...?) Unfortunately I am terrible. Writing music. Well lyrics. The music is in my head but I am a singer, not a song writer. So thats a dead end road. Reading books. Finished one in two days. Bought more. Working. Working. Still working. Working longer hours at clinic. Working less and yet still too often at salon. Boss is starting to really bother me. But then, that is just one thing on a list of ... too many.
I keep looking up costs of flying/staying in places that are anywhere but here. All of them out of the country. If I had the money I wouldn't even think twice.
posted by Leah Wilburn @ 11:43 PM
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Just wrote you a really sweet long comment. It didn't work. I'm mad.
...do I ever get to know what it said?
Nope. Lost forever. Just like my will to go to the gym.
But all of that will change next year with our new-fandangled work out centre.
(They let me name it. Do you like it?)
And I'm the same way for writing music. I have done it before, but it's very forced. And I even have a couple of instrumentals, because I don't have to force lyrics to those. I'm just not a writer.
I'm a player.
HA.... right.....
Lookin forward to seeing you again!
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