limbictides

God fucking damn...I just feel like sitting around for the rest of the night and listening to Hank Williams and drinking whiskey. Too emo? It's difficult starting all of this goodbye shit already. I find I'm less and less enthusiastic about going back East every fucking day. I need it though...I'm going a little nuts here too, and and living there will return me to a financially stable state in a few months. Then I can worry about coming back here, or somewhere else far away from that place.

My hands are torn up from working on this new classical guitar piece. The fingers on my left hand don't want to move at all tonight. Tomorrow I'm sleeping all day. For real this time.