It's Monday night, and what a gorgeous night it is. My machine says it's 64 degrees outside, which, in my short time in this weather- hellhole of a state, during this time of year, seems to be unprecedented. Tomorrow night starts a long week of recording with the band. It's exciting that I'll finally be on an album, and not drowned out by a shaker. The best part is that we are rerecording the aforementioned song for this album. Very exciting things. Very. For the rest of the night, I think I will bask in the cool air and let the mosquitoes suck me dry.

Social Anxiety

It occurred to me in the shower that a person can be so consumed with fortification that they forget to tend to the thing they're protecting, and instead, concern themselves with the protection of the wall itself. The result of this, I would imagine, would be that whatever is behind the wall dies away. Possibly though, it isn't organic. It could just become a dilapidated structure, on which a person could base their blueprints, should they decide to rebuild. At the end of the day, I guess, worst case scenario is that one has a strong, well cared for wall, behind which is a plot of real estate, ripe for some sort of rebirth or re imagination.