I watched Heavenly Pop Hits: The Flying Nun Story again tonight and realised that we really need a dedicated band rehearsal space. We've been practicing at Hannah's place, which is a nice big old warehouse. It's okay, except it's difficult to get in there, what with it being a house where people live, none of them being us. Not that we've practiced since before our gig on April 29. Bad, just bad.
We're practicing on Tuesday. I'm gonna push to make it an established practice day. I've just let go for some reason and found that feeling of hopelessness which makes me want to quit and work on my career in surfing the interenet. I won't, I'll just make things work.
I'm the fix-it man.
I'm going to go all night and finish an essay tonight. Yeah, it's the same one I posted about last week. So it's overdue, I know. I got that "it's only 5% a day" feeling and haven't been able to shake it.
I'm have my triannual awakening to the fact that working for what I want is the only way of getting what I want. I feel like I'm so open to everything at the moment and need to shut myself back in the quiet box of what I do, rather than what might happen.
EDIT: I just realised that some time in the last couple of hours I've gone from feeling agitated to strangely happy. Maybe it was installing a bunch of Windows Updates, maybe it was the music of Mountain Goats, or maybe I just said what I needed to before and moved on.
Thank you, the internet.