Sitting in my newly cleaned studio (which always becomes a storage unit when I’m gone for college, without fail), listening to my iPod and a lot of older Sigur Ros, Agalloch and Swallow The Sun is coming on for some reason, so I’m feeling pensive and somewhat morose.  I’ve been walled up in my house obsessing over these recordings and I’ve sorta cut myself off from human contact, so I’m feeling a bit hollow.  Missing Meagan, of course, goes without saying,

Tomorrow I’m gonna put all this music stuff aside, go shopping for stuff like underwear and socks with my mom, and hang out with friends.  I can feel that odd funk setting in, so I need to find a way to fend it off.