I always blog about other things, ideas, and people. Now I will do that occasional blog about ME.
Having a child is tiring. Now I understand what parents complain about. The first few months of the kiddies' life you are sleeping four to five hour cycles. It was just Sara and I working full time jobs. The tiring part is that my body cannot get to sleep before midnight. Even with Ambien, which I get for free from state insurance, his waking at six is the killer. He's a turd.
Things are wonderful with my wife. Taking medications helps me be less of a distant asshole but doesn't do much other stuff. I'm still cooking like a madman. I've perfected red beans and rice while still working on the perfect curry dish.
Note: Blue Food Coloring in Curry = FAIL
Imagine this in Neon Green Sauce
The van has been out of service for a few weeks. I haven't needed it for anything since it's getting too cold to take Coby outside anywhere, especially when Sara is at work. The repair bill is going to be LOTS. It will be more than a thousand with the front bearings, transmission timing, and my damn door all fucked up.
With music there has been much soul searching in my band. After spending roughly 50 percent of the past year on the road or doing other things for the band it's awkward being home for so long. When things died down we drifted apart as individuals. It's almost draining like the manic depressive part of being bipolar, except I'm the only bipolar one in the band. We just recorded five really amazing songs. We are also switching record labels which is probably not a good idea to do while on tour. Anyways, there is some grudging going on between us but no seething hatred. Not yet. People just get to eachother, ya know?
There's a new song on the myspace called "Bumming Change". I think it sounds like Rancid and I hate it. Haha No I love Rancid, maybe the song will grow on me.
http://www.myspace.com/stressbomb
Halfway through writing my third novel I don't know if I'll get it done by the end of this month. T'was the point of NanoWrimo...to write a 50k word novel in a month. I know where I went wrong. For starters I didn't know about it until a week before it started. Being an outline and preparation nazi I don't feel good diving into the deep end without a plan. So the first two weeks have been nothing but planning and kinda writing scenes I want.
One thing my writing is teaching me: While I'm fascinated with Science and War, my real passion seems to be for character based drama. I'm much better at designing deep intriguing characters and multilayered plots than I am at creating new worlds and wars. Good to know right? I'm a closet drama queen!
My awesome cousin lives close by now, she moved up from Virginia. If she joins this site I may kill myself cuz I don't want to see pics of her on here. She is a good lookin gal, ya know good genes :p
And that's about it. So writing a novel, working on releasing a new record, raising a kid, cookin damn good food, and budgeting to fix a van. how about that?
Having a child is tiring. Now I understand what parents complain about. The first few months of the kiddies' life you are sleeping four to five hour cycles. It was just Sara and I working full time jobs. The tiring part is that my body cannot get to sleep before midnight. Even with Ambien, which I get for free from state insurance, his waking at six is the killer. He's a turd.
Things are wonderful with my wife. Taking medications helps me be less of a distant asshole but doesn't do much other stuff. I'm still cooking like a madman. I've perfected red beans and rice while still working on the perfect curry dish.
Note: Blue Food Coloring in Curry = FAIL
Imagine this in Neon Green Sauce
The van has been out of service for a few weeks. I haven't needed it for anything since it's getting too cold to take Coby outside anywhere, especially when Sara is at work. The repair bill is going to be LOTS. It will be more than a thousand with the front bearings, transmission timing, and my damn door all fucked up.
With music there has been much soul searching in my band. After spending roughly 50 percent of the past year on the road or doing other things for the band it's awkward being home for so long. When things died down we drifted apart as individuals. It's almost draining like the manic depressive part of being bipolar, except I'm the only bipolar one in the band. We just recorded five really amazing songs. We are also switching record labels which is probably not a good idea to do while on tour. Anyways, there is some grudging going on between us but no seething hatred. Not yet. People just get to eachother, ya know?
There's a new song on the myspace called "Bumming Change". I think it sounds like Rancid and I hate it. Haha No I love Rancid, maybe the song will grow on me.
http://www.myspace.com/stressbomb
Halfway through writing my third novel I don't know if I'll get it done by the end of this month. T'was the point of NanoWrimo...to write a 50k word novel in a month. I know where I went wrong. For starters I didn't know about it until a week before it started. Being an outline and preparation nazi I don't feel good diving into the deep end without a plan. So the first two weeks have been nothing but planning and kinda writing scenes I want.
One thing my writing is teaching me: While I'm fascinated with Science and War, my real passion seems to be for character based drama. I'm much better at designing deep intriguing characters and multilayered plots than I am at creating new worlds and wars. Good to know right? I'm a closet drama queen!
My awesome cousin lives close by now, she moved up from Virginia. If she joins this site I may kill myself cuz I don't want to see pics of her on here. She is a good lookin gal, ya know good genes :p
And that's about it. So writing a novel, working on releasing a new record, raising a kid, cookin damn good food, and budgeting to fix a van. how about that?
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xylah:
No idea if it works. Other members do it all the time 
orchid:
mmm curry...