After spending a significant amount of time this morning reconnecting with my network (catching up on friends page and going to facebook), I realize how relatively important that all of this was to me nearly a year ago. I put my life back together online. I hate to admit it, but Mica and I would never had even started talking had I had to meet her in real life to begin with. And look how fantastically that has turned out.

But now, now my life on here does not seem so important. Maybe it's because I've fallen back into my old habits, as far as just using it to maintain knowledge of all of you. Yes, I do, I read, very detailed entries, so just remember that when you keep going on about things. But I really think the reason is that I have a life outside of this. I can keep up with my friends, but I don't need to be intimately involved anymore because I have a life outside of this. I wonder if there is any research on this as far as people retreating to the internet in times of depression or lonliness. Hmmmm.............

But anywho. I've decided to try an make this a long entry, just to punish you all.

Stress is starting to get to me, but I don't want to talk about it because I just have to get perspective on work. Once I do that and realize that they are not paying me enough to stress out over little things like the stuff I get upset about, I'll be fine. It's kind of like those nights that I used to come home from Monday night practice, extremely tired, but also still wound up from rehearsal. I used to fall into a half-sleep state where I was in a dream, but back on the field. Until I could actually get some good sleep I would have to convince myself in this dream state to put down my Tuba and lay down at the back of the field and fall asleep. Then I would be fine. It's just a matter of perspective.

I got a weird call last week. Thursday night at work my dad called me and said that he had gotten a rather strange phone call from a guy who was looking for a bass player. This guy was a completely stranger and he got my name from a guy that I haven't seen in about three years. Anyways, his bass player had quit on him and he had a party to play this weekend. He wanted me to come play with his band cold. I'd never met the guy, never played with anyone in his band. I didn't even know what kind of music they played. We talked a couple of times on the phone, he told me where the party was and I showed up. Kind of a weird circumstance. I've had weird things happen all because of music, but this was the strangest. We played, at the end of the second set (I didn't know many of their songs, and I faked it, some good others really bad), my amp started to cut out. They had to go get another amp for me to play through. I felt really bad. One of the things you don't wanted to happen when you're playing with a bunch of new people is for your equipment to not work. They got me another amp and by that time it was around 11:30pm. They, the rest of the guys in the band, had given up on playing anything that they had on their song list. WHich is good, because some of the stuff was a little complex, not the kind of music you want to play on the fly. So we tossed around ideas and started playing some of the simplest songs that they knew. That set ended up rocking. Up to that point I didn't really have a good feeling about the night. I started to think that maybe i was just out of it. I hadn't played in awhile, I might just have lost what I had. But I didn't. We played stuff that I knew and that was easy and we really fell into a groove. It was awesome. I haven't had that experience all summer. So it was a good time.

Okay, well now I think I've bored you enough with the mindless details of my life. So now that you've read all that pointless crap, I will say good bye.




Good Bye.

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