A Problem

This eve has been a bust. Uninspired is the optimal word. All I can think about is The Flight and it has grown trite. The guitar track may be sounding better (it's hard to tell at this point), but I'm starting to believe that I have saturated my week with music so much that I am no longer interested. I'm sure the feeling will pass. What I need is a break.

New strings are unarguably glorious. Their crispness entice me into flashes of trance, toying with improvisational nonsense. Considerations of change roam the grassy knolls of my brain, feeding on the neurons and chewing on the cudd of electric charges. The more I think about it, the more I wish strings were eternally new.

To those of you would nay-say, you're wrong. I wish I was half the singer. I often wonder, what really goes into writing a song like this?

I've been building apholstering for the site. I'm hoping to make it a little more personal. Hopefully I'll be satisfied enough with something to add it soon.

Lately I've been wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I need something. I'm just not sure what it might be. Here's to things turning around. I look forward to it. On the plus side, we definately got some serious cleaning done tonight.

(Franks)x