There and Back Again

Song in my head: But Not Tonight (Depeche Mode)
Pondering: It’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. William Faulkner)

I have been up to a lot of things but lately I have not been able to write about them. There have been so many things I wanted to blog about but didn’t for lack of time and energy. I have been coming home from work just weary to the bones. I have even had mornings when I wake up with a mini panic attack because I’ve just remembered a task I needed to complete but have not started yet. Saddest of all, I can’t even stop for a minute to ponder a paint color for my soon-to-be new room in my soon-to-be new house because I am so occupied with trying to fit all the things I need to do at work in the little time I have to do all of them. Phew! When is this going to let up?

In a nutshell, in the last few weeks I celebrated my 33rd birthday, signed escrow documents for my new house, talked to a psycho on the phone, got my heart broken by departing members of my favorite bands and by rock stars falling into the abyss of drugs and alcohol. Oh yes, I also finally got my hands on a full bootleg video of Martin L. Gore’s 2003 solo concert at the Mayan Theater in LA - don’t ask me how.

There are details to each of these events but I don’t feel like writing about them anymore now. They’re stale subjects…