Saturday, January 26, 2008

I'm sitting here tonight at home wishing I had a concert. I have the week off, which is very nice, but I don't really enjoy being at home alone on a Saturday sometimes. I think my cross is this lonely house and my bachelor existence. There's no taking that one up--it just is what my life is.

And I grow weary of it. But I suppose that's where the rubber hits the road for me, in light of what I wrote the other night.

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