They say believing is seeing, you've nearly forgotten her face....

So. Yesterday I got up and spent 7 hours straight recording in my room. It was great fun. I fucking love my new toy. Oh yeah, by the way, I bought a 4-track. It is now my life. I couldn't believe how fast time flew, too. I did the vocal tracks last, and then I started mixing, and I turned around to check the time, and it was probably 8:30-ish, and I was like, "Didn't I just get up?"

I'm going to stop talking about that now, because I won't shut up if I don't.

On Saturday night, Pat, Jason, and Andrew came over. I was handed T3's and gin, and the night began. We listened to Rush, then left for Piper's Lagoon. My head started to float just as we hit the beach. I felt like I was wading through water. It was nice. We layed on a cliff, counting shooting stars and talking about 80's television. Cigar smoke was blown out across the shore, and, in the distance, a fishing boat sounded its bell. I didn't want to leave, but Pat got cold and Andrew got tired, so we did.

It was fun, but I couldn't help but notice that I lacked the impression of intellingence when, previously, it was always there. I knew something was different.






"You've got a fast car, but is it fast enough so you can fly away?"
-Tracy Chapman