I am slowly getting closer to the inevitable goal of becoming a bitter old man.
But tomorrow, I will make a list, and I will follow it, and then delay the inevitable.
By the way, I'm moving to Boston tomorrow.
Guitar and work, work and the guitar.
I keep thinking in Spanish. Because the only other time I can't speak English is when I work with my amigos.
Spanish and Kanye. It's weird.
2 hours into my 72 hours of silence. Already fucked up once. Within the first hour.
It's HARD. But I like a good challenge.
Picked a bad day though--shit has been rising towards the proverbial fan for a while, but now it's hitting with pretty much everybody I live with.
It's a shame.