This is going to be one of those posts. Those posts. You know, the ones that don’t really have a point or any cohesive thread and are mostly about me banging away at the keyboard, listing every thought in my head. For the hell of it. Maybe because today was a normal and unremarkable day. What am I supposed to do with that? Besides enjoy the lack of drama. Which I did. And do.
It’s so quiet. It’s rehearsal night, but the band is practicing somewhere that’s not in my basement. The only sound I hear is from the refrigerator. And my typing. The dogs are outside, the TV is muted – I thought it was off, but then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and freaked out a little ’cause I thought someone was in the house with me, and then I realized that the someone I saw had a ton of makeup on and kinda looked like a member of Kiss, and hey, wait a minute… Right. It’s quiet.
I’m going to take advantage of all this quiet and read. READ. I’m reading now. Stop looking! I can’t read when you’re looking at me.