Sleep, how I loathe thee. My post last night was taken away by the demon in my dreams who keeps my eyes closed. I went to sleep with the intentions of a short nap. I woke up to my alarm about 2 hours later, and turned it off, looked around, and wandered back to my bed. To anybody who may or may not notice this meager little offering in a pool of many thoughts, and feelings: I am sorry. Not that I really think you're looking forward to my journal entry so much that you pulled any hair out of your head, but I guess I can hope.
In the many evolutions of my mind, I think I determined the subject matter of my next group of songs. We'll see. I won't spoil the surprise, though. (Evil Grin) It's all about the wait. We'll see if the wait was worth it.
In the many evolutions of my mind, I think I determined the subject matter of my next group of songs. We'll see. I won't spoil the surprise, though. (Evil Grin) It's all about the wait. We'll see if the wait was worth it.
