Fuck Motivation

(Author's note: Typing this was very hard...) I have taken a brief creative hiatus. The music room is a shambles, stuffy from not being opened in ages and thusly smells like a community gym. Work has been quite stressfull as my company is merging. In times of upheaval and stress I can't sleep. I get to a point where the only way to survive is to just react and not get any deeper into it. Your day gets filled with dumb awkward moments without conversation like; step aside and let that lady at work who always gets your name wrong go by; duck, that cabinet door is open and type, type, sip coffee repeat until daily job requirements are done, then leave. I'm saving my mindpower to exploit later. I'm getting plenty high tonight and letting somebody else entertain me. For now I've got Pink Floyd talking about themselves and playing amongst the ruins of mankind's ignorance in Live at Pompeii. Agnus Dei is next on my playlist. I have been so absolutely focused on making music that I forget to just stop and apreciate it. I have to be alone with my mind and some great music for a while. Gotta go, I've got a lava lamp to stare at and LP's to accidentally scratch. If I have any revelations I'll let you know. Nighty night boys 'n girls.