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ffloDanged hypersensitive CD recorder, and/or a lousy CDRW, and another several tracks from various records not properly recorded. Now it's late at night, too, and I'm thinking maybe the fates are trying to tell me something about potential recipients by mail; no time tonight to get after those songs again, let alone the ones I didn't get to, and mail deadlines are fast approaching. I can't be overnighting in the ambivalent case.
Yeah, kinda vague I suppose, but I'm feeling a little vague about sharing this little conundrum.
I did do the dishes and a load of laundry and succeeded in not setting foot outside the house. What else. Watched that "Six Feet Under" DVD. That's some good shit, man. Didn't do the bills.
Playing old records & taping from them eats up time like crazy. It's a kind of time I usually like to be in, but it helps if I can stay up as late as I want---and feel free to enjoy, and go with the flows. And, boy, playing records has a history of keeping me up all night.
One of my friends, who used to live next door to me at college, reported wondering why she'd hear the very tail end of one song over and over again, and then the same with another song, and then another. Or maybe it was my former gf before she became by gf. It was either her or Laura, I'm pretty sure. What I was doing was a count of the gap between the end of one song and the beginning of the one I wanted, so's to catch the edit. Not have too much space between the two. Or, even worse, I might have been doing a "storytime"---a story told in clips of other songs. That was a specialty of me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pijeanf at one point.
It's not been a terrible day or anything, but sadness is with me today. Most decidedly so. Sitting next to me, or sidling up to whisper in my ear, or just having that presence in the room. Like one of the dead people who hang around the "Six Feet"ers. I'd try to tell it that its being the same old sadness is getting a bit tired, and inquire about whether maybe it doesn't feel a little silly & think maybe it should be moving along, but I know it's not going to listen to me. Not much, anyway.
Time for sleeping now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (that was quick) zzzzzzzzzz zzzz z zzzzzzzzzzz. .z..zz..zz.....
Yeah, kinda vague I suppose, but I'm feeling a little vague about sharing this little conundrum.
I did do the dishes and a load of laundry and succeeded in not setting foot outside the house. What else. Watched that "Six Feet Under" DVD. That's some good shit, man. Didn't do the bills.
Playing old records & taping from them eats up time like crazy. It's a kind of time I usually like to be in, but it helps if I can stay up as late as I want---and feel free to enjoy, and go with the flows. And, boy, playing records has a history of keeping me up all night.
One of my friends, who used to live next door to me at college, reported wondering why she'd hear the very tail end of one song over and over again, and then the same with another song, and then another. Or maybe it was my former gf before she became by gf. It was either her or Laura, I'm pretty sure. What I was doing was a count of the gap between the end of one song and the beginning of the one I wanted, so's to catch the edit. Not have too much space between the two. Or, even worse, I might have been doing a "storytime"---a story told in clips of other songs. That was a specialty of me and
pijeanf at one point.It's not been a terrible day or anything, but sadness is with me today. Most decidedly so. Sitting next to me, or sidling up to whisper in my ear, or just having that presence in the room. Like one of the dead people who hang around the "Six Feet"ers. I'd try to tell it that its being the same old sadness is getting a bit tired, and inquire about whether maybe it doesn't feel a little silly & think maybe it should be moving along, but I know it's not going to listen to me. Not much, anyway.
Time for sleeping now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (that was quick) zzzzzzzzzz zzzz z zzzzzzzzzzz. .z..zz..zz.....
