Futile Horn

03.06.2003 - 12:09 am (I still need a title)

Yesterday I didn't get as much done as I hoped to. It took me two and a half hours to write some data access app, which I thought would take me much less time that than. I suppose I shouldn't have thought much of it, considering I had never written an application in that language before, but I was generally furious with myself on the way home. So I kind of took today off from computers and finally finished a song I'd been working on for a while. I don't know what I think of it, but it feels good to have something finished.

The words come really slow lately.

I really should write a fast upbeat song. You know, for the experience.

My grandfather is dying. Taking care of my grandparents has become quite stressful for my mother, which I think is making her crazy about the decisions she has to make. She keeps second guessing her decision to call the ambulance the night he was taken to the hospital. And that they shouldn't go to any extraordinary measures to keep him alive. I think the doctors and the rest of us all believe she has done the right things up till now, but telling her stuff like doesn't really have any useful effect.

I should clean this place or something.

Rumors of snow on the news. All the rain today didn't even get rid of what was left of the last storm. Filthy immortal black snow.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn