I may be the only one who cares, but... http://www.pubinfo.vcu.edu/artweb/playwriting/

I really shouldn't allow my emotions to get the best of me. I don't really have the right to dictate how anyone lives their life. Of course, that's not even really what I want. I just want more time, and naturally more resources, with which to exploit my own position in life.

What the hell am I doing up (still) at 6:30 in the morning? I can't fucking sleep, that's what. Insomnia sucks.

Got a little work on Jengin Sweettime done today, and if I can motivate myself over the next few days I will start work on my new website. Perhaps I'll even finish a song one day. More as I receive it.

I'm writing to write.

It's not that I don't have anything to say. In fact, I have too much to say. It's just that when I actually have my thoughts composed enough to disperse into cyberspace I'm either a) nowhere near a computer or b) busy doing something else.

Actually, I should be doing other things right now, like preparing a couple tunes for the songwriting contests. So off I go.

Off...I...Go...

...which is all well and good.

I suppose I've deluded myself into believing that if I do this online I'll actually keep up with it. It's a nice thought, really. What can I say?

I am a musician. I work in a bookstore. I am a Taoist. I like peanut butter. Already this has the ring of a parody. Trite, silly, foolish, empty, dada...no purpose. No meaning. "Give it time" the voice between my ears tells me. "Give it time." Right. You give it time. I'm going home.

Okay, so I go through all this trouble to set this up and now I have no idea what to write. Someone will stumble on this entry when it comes up in Blogdrive's "most recent entries" list, and you, my dear reader, will wonder to yourself, "why engage in such knock-knock?" Yes, certainly there is more interesting material to peruse around here.

Well, I'll make you a deal. You give me chance, and I'll give you the occasional jolt of fresh air. Failing that, maybe together we can strike a chord.

Piss.

So there.