34P. I don't even know what I'm doing.

I'm blogging because I can blog. Not because I really want to, or even have the energy for things like 'thinking logically' or 'bowel movements'.

No, I'm blogging today because it's almost 1:30, and I'm already out of viable time-wasting options.

I'm lying.

Oh god, don't take that the wrong way. I do like blogging, and feeling like I'm talking to you. Really, I do! It's not just a time-waster to me, or anything like that. I don't know what I'm saying. I don't even know what I'm doing.

In anything really. Ziad and I were practicing today, and we came across a little piece of Patrick. I really have no clue what I'm doing. When I play guitar, everything is automatic. Nothing is particularly conscious. Everything comes naturally.

Everything has always come naturally. Not just guitar either. Things I'm interested in. Soccer, video games, uh... drinking? Gosh, I'm boring. I better be damn good at this band thing, or I'm pretty much just another boring dude.

This blog post is even boring. I'm bored.

I need a haircut.

I shaved.

K, goodnight, or whatever.