Of course, I didn't have a lot of time to do this, as when I got on the train, I put on my headphones and totally snoozed to the dulcet sounds of Kanye West, Eminem, Jason Mraz, and the Dixie Chicks. When I woke up and copped to the fact that I was surrounded by hotties, I somehow felt that snoring with my mouth open probably wasn't the sexiest intro.

I sent my soul into the invisible,
Some letter of that after life to spell.
And by and by my soul returned to me
And answered, I myself am heaven and hell.

- Omar Khayyam

As my retreat to the wilds of Missouri approaches, I find myself both really excited and sort of dreading it. Part of me is excited about going to this awesome place where the land is gorgeous and magical, and hanging out with a bunch of other fabulous, talented, intelligent, interesting witches....while the rest of me would love to be spending ten days on a beach alone with a bunch of books and a guitar.

There's another part of me that can't wait to get back from camp and dive into music. My sporadic and inconsistent playing lately (not helped by the losing my voice bit) has come back to haunt me in the form of losing the string lines across my fingertips which let me play for hours and hours and hours. Now, after awhile they hurt. It makes me want to break a guitar over my own head. So, yeah, it will be nice to get back and focus and start working on that devotedly, without other distractions getting in my way.

I'm hoping that doing this will help me avoid selling my soul for an RV and going gypsy. I wonder if cats can get used to living in an RV...

Recent entries...
27 December 2007: 2007: Finis.
17 December 2007: A ruse, a rant, and a poem. It's short.
11 December 2007: Music & falling....story of my life.
08 December 2007: Briefly...ish.
29 November 2007: A poem, a rant, a lesson.