Scarus’ Spiral1 min read
I am losing my mind. I can feel it… looming, ominous, and inevitable.
Whenever I check my bank account online, I can’t help but laugh. It’s uncontrollable. It’s not even a humorous laugh. It’s a mocking laugh, born in the ridiculousness of the balance.
I have no creative space or time. The necessity of moving home-home has robbed me of my space. The necessity of work has all but robbed me of my 3am golden hour. I think I can probably make do without golden hour, but a comfortable space is definitely a requirement. I’ve been looking for info, online and off, on spots in Long Beach… and unfortunately I’ve come up short. I just don’t know this town as well as I thought I did. I’m trying to stray away from the coffee house thing, as that can get costly pretty quickly. Ahh, what to do….
I am constantly thinking about the right moment. Unfortunately, there is no right moment. Why can’t I believe that enough to act upon it?
And all this with “Wayward Son” stuck in my head.
But you know what? Gift Card to Guitar Center, byatches! Hmm… a new stand? or new strap?
2 thoughts on “Scarus’ Spiral”
so wait… are you gonna move in with us? we promise we’ll give you your space. ugh. it’s too far, huh.
oh, seriously, i know… i called apple earlier today and they told me about it… but yeah… still sorta lost $100…but i guess i can look at it as a i’m-so-cool-that-i-got-this-mess-early fee.