I've been rather lax in the creative thought process lately. I'm just not inspired. I feel like my batteries are low, and I feel like the universe is taunting me. I feel like I went through an evolution and can't figure out the difference. Writing has become hard. Especially music. Why the fuck can't I pull Two Inches Too Short together? Holly D's band is playing at Annie's on friday. I will be there. I'm planning something awesome. Maybe that'll cheer me up. Why do I feel like I'm waiting. Maybe that's what this tiredness of soul I've got lately is all about. There will be some hardcore thinking over the next few days. Telling myself to think more, I've come to the realization, that I've got to make serious plans in life.