i'm living more life up in salt lake.

yesterday was a dream. i woke up hearing things, and i fell asleep on the floor. sometime in between i had band practice, and i tried to play all of the songs standing on my x and not throwing up. work was a fragment of a thing. i was there for all of three hours and got almost nothing tangible accomplished. the carpet was warping and twisting, but technicalities, technicalities, and here we go to salt lake. the music is good, and, for the record, we are not matching. nice shoes. here comes my stomach, and there it goes. maybe water will help the problem, but not hot water. my muscles are free, and floating, and what in the world is going on? one am comes and goes..and comes and goes again. oh well, maybe all that we are looking for really is in the car, so let's brave the storm. good night, good morning, and good luck.

what am i saying, where have you been? i miss you when i am at a loss for words. i sometimes even miss you when i look in the mirror, but i guess that isn't too important, because sometimes i forget you too, you know.