It’s January 2nd and I feel attacked. Not massively, just like somehow it’s 48 hours into the new year and I’m running behind. I got up, worked out, took a shower, made breakfast, invoiced all my clients, except for the one that’s late. That one I harassed. I spent a lot of time yesterday recording guitar tracks, and I’m contemplating what else I should record while I’ve got the guitar nook set up. But there’s something about the morning that makes me feel stressed and sad.
My friend Dougie’s coming over tonight to play the VOM, putting a bit of real world into my virtual open mic – but I’ve got a potential full day betwixt then and now, and not as much gumption as I need to fill it. Very soon House Stuff is going to be a real, brick wall reality in front of us, but now that it’s approached so close as to have no legal reason why I didn’t file my taxes YESTERDAY, I’m realizing I’m not as knowledgeable as I want to be and we’re looking for knowledgeable help, complicated by the fact that I’d much, much rather sit here and type about it than get on the phone with anyone. I think we have two feelers out and poking around (one just a Facebook query, another email into a friend) before we really, really are out of excuses.
Man, I thought that working out was supposed to leave me feeling all endorphiny n stuff? Instead I just feel sad. I think I just feel very alone.
