datewitha38

Did laundry and sat all night listening to the Van Morrison song "TB Sheets" all night long. Good song, it's a ten minute blues song about how he's in his 20s, at his girlfriend's sick bed who's dying of tuberculosis and how he can't deal with it and wants to leave.

Later on, I found my old band's website from two years ago that I had forgotten about. The guestbook, lyrics, our show (the reviews we got from the njscene message board), the whole shabang.

Fuck, for the first time I wish I was home, so I could sit around for the rest of the week looking at all my old photographs and reading all the old letters people sent me. It's gonna be one of those weeks.