Interwebs, I’m happy and that’s a weird state of being for me. I get sapped of all creativity when I’m like this, but fuck it, things are going really well right now. I started a new job this week and I kind of love it. It’s a billion times more interesting than my last job, I’m clinically stimulated, and I feel like my work actually has a purpose. It helps that the company is young, growing, and extremely interesting too.
And I hope to be moving soon, where I’ll be a near a happening little burb not unlike Burlington.
My real, physical, outside of my head world is just going really well. Inside my head is a different arena, and I continue to bother myself with garbage thoughts and continue to struggle with controlling them.
I haven’t written a poem in about a week. Part of that is down to just being actively busy with shit at work. There is the aspect of literally not having time to actually write, but the other part is just being mentally distracted as well, which may be a good thing.
I’ve been pretty obsessed with (the) Deftones as of late. Incredibly talented group of musicians.