Blah.

Mundanity sometimes makes me want to toss a few books and some clothes into a bag, pick up my guitar, and just get the hell out.


I was going to write about my evening and my day, but I was suddenly struck by the blah-ness of it. I'm busier than the proverbial one-legged man, I've got fifty zillion things going on, all of which (okay, most of which) I'm passionately involved in...yet, I feel like it's pointless. Like it doesn't matter.


Man, just when I thought I had this restlessness thing handled. Maybe I'm not as ready for a middle as I thought.