I've got a drink and I've got the lights low. I'm plugged in again so I'm writing from home. Downtown was clear today. When it's clear here, that means it's cold. If you're cold then you can't enjoy the clear blue skies. Got to remember to dress for the weather, and not to be fooled by a bright sun.

Been listening to sports on the radio lately. Thought about shutting this blog down for personal reasons, but that seems kind of rediculous. So long as the grid is up and I've got a terminal, I'll occasionally want somewhere to speak to nobody in particular when I'm in these honest-yet-not-too-revealing moods.

"Uncomfortable being comfortable" - an interesting phrase. I read it in a book. Something I see in myself at times.

For as long as I can remember I have been obsessed with making music. Many, many hours spent composing and writing and noodling about with an instrument of one kind or another. Lots of time spent with a computer. For whatever reason most of this work happened in a vaccum. And now it feels over. The end of an era. I am no longer comfortable with the mastubatory nature of my practice.

Whatever I do in the future will have to be communal in one sense or another.