Idle hands are the devils playground. Came out to the country for peace and quiet but now i have too much time to think and obsess about shit. I think i need to get back to the city where theres at least there's noise and action to keep me ocuppied. DJing this sat at complex, so at least ill get to play some music, even if the clubs dead. Barely thought about my ex today, so thats a step in the right direction methinks. Oh and the weed out here fucking sucks, might as well be grass clippings...
