I have several entries I’ve written in the past few days, all saved into my drafts. I can’t finish a full entry, and I can barely finish a full thought. It’s incredibly frustrating, especially when I turn to this blog to “release” some energy, and I can’t.

Would it be too much to say that writing every single day gives me a high that is similar to working out? Or getting a tattoo?

Yeah, that’s probably too much.
Whatever.

Today is my Sufjan Stevens day. It’s been a musical sort of week for me, and I’ve revisited all kinds of old sounds and moments and vibes. All good, all positive.

To Be Alone With You, thanks for the happiness:)

Everything is turning out okay.