Futile Horn

01.23.2003 - 3:48 am (mercury hands and penny eyes)

Grak. I have to take some shitty exam tomorrow. It is making me cranky.

I truly need to fix my guitar now. I don't have time to buy strings tomorrow, but I should on Friday. I find myself terribly more interested in music than words at the moment, to the point where I can't even come up with a set of shitty lyrics, which I used to be able to do with disturbing regularity. The worst part is, I can't even tell if I like the words I write anymore. Probably a good indicator they are bad. I'd post them here but... yeah, I don't like posting lyrics here.

I also need to get out and talk to new people. This living underground and speaking to folks I knew in grade school isn't really cutting it anymore. I need a stream of new ideas, you know, before the earth is destroyed in a great ball of fire.

My plan is to get up early tomorrow. We'll see how that works.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn