I'm on the bus. Its cold out, damp. I've been so stressed out these last couple days I can hardly think.
Everything is moving very slowly. I need more time in each day. I have to buy a roll of tracing paper. I have to drop off these forms. I have to send an email. I have to start feeling better. I have to write more.
I've been thinking about writing melodies a lot more lately. I just get so bored with the ones I write. I wish it would come to me a little easier.. but then it wouldn't feel as good when it worked. This bus driver is too slow. I'm too busy. Am I doing ok? Am I screwing it all up?
Who cares. Time to get off the bus.
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