Anyway, I don't really know where I'm going with this (like I said, it's late; cut me some slack, dammit). I've been thinking a lot about things lately. By "a lot" I mean like I used to, which was all the time. Recently I've been shutting myself away from myself. I remembered that for roughly two weeks I was the drummer of a band that never quite got past our two guitarists playing anything other than Hendrix while I tried to give us some direction. Don't get me wrong; I love Hendrix as much as the next guy, but I'd like to get some harder, faster rock going. This leads me to the memory of my desire to write music. I want to get back into the swing of things with my creative side that's been dormant since, what, the 8th grade? Likewise, I'd love to post some fiction up here for my one confirmed reader, but again, this requires me not only having to get back in touch with Creative Ray, but I also need time, and that's exactly what I don't have right now, nor do I expect to have it anytime within the next 3 years.
I'm spacing out and can't focus, so I'll end this post with a picture I'm sure my bff Caitlin will surely enjoy:


