Joy!
Hey All,
Last night I chilled with some friends in a pub in Angel. The pub was pretty cool, and strangely enough the background music included Bauhaus, Dead Kennedies, The Clash, The Jam, The Stooges and even Mastodon. I'll have to remember that place.
Today I've got the first cold-sore I've had in something like 18 months, maybe even just shy of two years. Which does suck, but I'm using it as an extremely superficial excuse to do something I really should do: have a Saturday Night in, catch up on washing and reading and most importantly, get to sleep before dawn.
I'm also throwing lysine down my throat and trying not to let the OCD get to me.
I have no idea what triggered the coldsore, since I have pushed myself further physically, been more anxious and more depressed, been under more pressure and had less sleep than I have lately, all at various points over the last 18 months (September to December of last year being a case in point). Maybe it's the combination of all the things at once that did it, maybe the killing blow was this lousy cough/cold that I had last week, maybe that was just symptomatic of the combination.
Whatever. I'm going to downshift for a couple of days and take the blowtorch off the candle.
Other news:
I can't remember if I mentioned it, but thee ed sent me an email saying the since the I Am Ghost record actually came out last year, he probably won't require me to write a review of it.
Strangely enough I had a listen to the album, and it is actually really good. I think I'll write a review of it just to get in some more practice when it comes to writing reviews. Basically there is something really joyful about this album and something exhuberant in the melodies, two things that seem to be missing from the rank and file of underground music right now.
As always, I'm searching for that elusive emotional detox.
Whoever's reading this, don't worry about me, I'll be fine.
Enough for now, going to wash some more clothes and read some more magazines.
Over and out.
-J
Last night I chilled with some friends in a pub in Angel. The pub was pretty cool, and strangely enough the background music included Bauhaus, Dead Kennedies, The Clash, The Jam, The Stooges and even Mastodon. I'll have to remember that place.
Today I've got the first cold-sore I've had in something like 18 months, maybe even just shy of two years. Which does suck, but I'm using it as an extremely superficial excuse to do something I really should do: have a Saturday Night in, catch up on washing and reading and most importantly, get to sleep before dawn.
I'm also throwing lysine down my throat and trying not to let the OCD get to me.
I have no idea what triggered the coldsore, since I have pushed myself further physically, been more anxious and more depressed, been under more pressure and had less sleep than I have lately, all at various points over the last 18 months (September to December of last year being a case in point). Maybe it's the combination of all the things at once that did it, maybe the killing blow was this lousy cough/cold that I had last week, maybe that was just symptomatic of the combination.
Whatever. I'm going to downshift for a couple of days and take the blowtorch off the candle.
Other news:
I can't remember if I mentioned it, but thee ed sent me an email saying the since the I Am Ghost record actually came out last year, he probably won't require me to write a review of it.
Strangely enough I had a listen to the album, and it is actually really good. I think I'll write a review of it just to get in some more practice when it comes to writing reviews. Basically there is something really joyful about this album and something exhuberant in the melodies, two things that seem to be missing from the rank and file of underground music right now.
As always, I'm searching for that elusive emotional detox.
Whoever's reading this, don't worry about me, I'll be fine.
Enough for now, going to wash some more clothes and read some more magazines.
Over and out.
-J
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