Campfyre Stories

It still hasn’t stopped raining.  I can feel it in my mood.  I usually like the rain, at the very least I don’t mind it, but this rain just compounds all the other crap that is going on.

This week I have been mourning and grieving, worrying, dealing with the fuck-ups of others, I’ve been blown off, I’ve been stood up and I really want to pick a fight with someone, anyone at this point.

It has come to my attention that people are actually reading my blog…  and yet, I don’t really feel like censoring myself in the hopes of not offending someone or not being true to my own thoughts.  Voyeurs, the lot of you! 

I’m pissy, I’m tired, my whole body aches.  I feel like ordeal and drama is permeating every aspect of my life right now, which sucks, because until Friday when I got home from work everything was going so well!

I need a good solid distraction.  I know that I’m hoping that, for tonight, Star Wars will suffice and, I’m sure, during the actual movie, it will, but with so many other things outright SUCKING ASS, I’m definitely concerned with how long it will actually last.

Even my music is becoming difficult to take comfort in for a million different reasons.  I have blisters on three of the four fingers on my left hand, so playing is actually painful physically and I haven’t picked up my guitar since.  Probably better to let them heal instead of literally playing ’til my fingers bleed and not being able to play for a week.