sitting here alone in the quiet again. i have had a relaxing day, doing nothing really. i do too much of nothing. i need to really plan and get busy accomplishing things in preparation for moving. I am such a procrastinator. i could do so much better for myself if i were only motivated. instead i can spend a whole day messing around with my music cd's, trying to make the perfect mix, but in doing so having to listen to each whole song through and so i never get anywhere with anything. i love music so much. i realize that mostly, when there is music playing, i am unable to really thoroughly concentrate on something else because i must listen to the music. If i am trying to write seriously i cannot do so with music playing, if I am trying to read i can't, if i am trying to go to sleep i can't, because i HAVE to listen to the music. every part of it. every individual instrument and every fluctuation of the voice. every harmony. it is almost enslaving really. it must just be in my blood.
anyway i should sleep now i guess.

Song of the day: Tom Waits-flowers grave