I've got to empty these ideas out of my head. They're just kinda hanging around up there, taking up space, dancing around to Eurocentric synthesizer-based music.
(Maybe THAT'S where my headaches are coming from.)
That's it. No more dance parties in my brain. I'm tired, and I'm running out of Rapid Release Tylenol caplets.
I kind of get these daily weird panicky bursts throughout the day.
(I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide between "bursts" and "spurts". I think I made the wrong choice, but I'm not sure, so I'm not going to change it, because I'll probably just change my mind again.) I'm not sure what this is attributed to. It probably has something to do with the fact that I once liked to think of myself as an aspiring virtuoso, and now I work in a laser hair removal office at the front desk (nothing wrong with that, I adore my co-workers and everyone I've met through here), having not completed one single piece of art in aeons (second time I used that word today, after not using it in about four or five years), not spending enough time with the people I'd like to and spending too much time wondering why I'm having weird panicky bursts and cerebral dance party migranes.
I need to drink more water.
That's not the answer to my dilemma, it's a topic change.
I had one cup of coffee today and my caffeine tolerance seems to have gone from indestructible to non-existant. I'm super jittery from it, which is weird because I used to work at Starbucks and I'd have god knows how many shots of espresso each day. So I'm going to try to get back into the water thing. I hear it's pretty good for you.
By the way, has any one else completely forgotten that the Grammy Awards are coming up? It's becoming more and more insignificant each year, and every year I just want to throw more and more of my shoes at the television. Maybe I'll just skip it this year and read Jess Katz's boldly accurate synopsis the following day. I kind of want to tune in for some of it though, because I'm rooting for My Morning Jacket's "Evil Urges" to come out on top for Best Alternative Album (probably not happening, but it should). I won't even waste my energy crossing my fingers for the Raconteurs to win Best Rock Album, because even though they deserve SOMEthing, it's just not gonna happen, especially when their contenders are Kings of Leon and Coldplay. They didn't even announce their album release though. They just kind of put the record in stores one day. So I won't really be that mad if (when) they don't win, I don't really think they care. But maybe they do. I don't know.
I kind of hope Adele wins something. If Coldplay wins more than once, I'm turning off the tele and going to bed.
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