All I gotta say about this weekend is "Arrrrrrg." I seriously can't remember a weekend when I was under that much stress... and the weird part was... I don't know where the stress was coming from. I mean there was usual drama here and there, but nothing stellar and out of sight. I was so stressed out that I litterally got sick over it. I'm still trying to recover right now, but I should be fine. It's just that on the occasion I feel like I need to barf. Oh well. Today wasn't too bad, and last night wasn't either. I ended the week off with a very nice recording session down in Studio A. I gotta say it was the best session I have ever been involved with. Then today I went over to my intern studio and worked until Chubbs suggested that we get some of my stuff from back at the dorm and work on it there. So we did, and I'm quite happy with the results.
Tomorrow I'm doing a medical study at Vanderbilt so I gotta get up and be there by eight, but I'm not down about that at all. The only thing wrong with me, other than this weird sickness, is the funk hanging over my head. I'm not sure why I feel so gloomy because there's not really anything out of the ordinary going on to bring on these weird emotions, but I suspect it will just go away. I'm trying to get more sleep and all. I'm also going to try to spend less time thinking about my daily schedule because I think that just gets me focused on menial tasks instead of life as a whole. That can sort of ware me down a little bit.
But okay, I'm going to try to be a little more creative on my next few journals. I get in these ruts sometimes that I just can't break from. Maybe something insightful would be ideal. All of this listing of activities and feelings crap is just getting old for me. Peace and love.
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I remember a particular visit to North Carolina where you recounted to Andy and I a medical study you were involved in where you almost died... or something. But you didn't mind because you were paid well.
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