Balance . . . it's coming together

Well, I was talking to my friend Mark last night and I am realising that for the first time in a long while things are going pretty smoothly. I have a regular 9-5 job where I am guaranteed not to be attacked at. I see my friends with a healthy, non-bran-induced regularity. I get to exercise twice a week with 2 and a half hours of soccer on Tuesdays and an hour and a half of hockey on Sundays - which has lead to a small but encouraging loss of stomach. I get to rhearse with my band and still find time to look for new work to replace the boredom I have now. It's all going pretty well . . . . .


Yes, I realize that I have jinxed myself, but whatever.


Something else, I have decided that if I write song lyrics they are not going to be love songs, mostly due to the fact that there's far too many of them floating out there. Every kind of of metaphor, simile and other literary devices have been used to death to describe being in love, out of love, wondering what love is, blahblahblah. There are much more interesting subjects to explore. I haven't found them yet, but I am sure that they are out there. Small little stories to be told.


blargh

ajc

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