Of Anchors and Undesirable Beds

Most of the time, it's not easy working alone. But there can also be difficulty in wrapping up something at work and not having anyone to celebrate with.

I don't want to elaborate. I'm just going to put it all on Astrology and say that the alignment of the planets is not doing me any favours. I just feel strange. It's like coming home from a long trip only to find yourself unable to sleep in your own bed— and you're exhausted, and furstrated because you've been looking forward to hibernating. It's a nasty feeling.

I wish I can say that I'm just itching to do something like making a drawing or recording a synth jam or laying down a couple of verses but it's not so simple. I have all the time in the world, I have the equipment, and I suppose that I have the desire. But for some reason, I am uninspired. Yeah, like coming home to your own bed wanting to sleep and to dream but finding that laying down on it to be undesirable. So you get back up and wander and try to dream while you're on your feet. But what if you can't feel your feet any more.

I suppose this is as good time as any to have an anchor. I wonder where mine is, though. I must have lost it somewhere along in this trip to my undesirable bed, which I keep coming back to. Unfortunately.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.