il ritorno a casa

I'm moving back to Coos Bay this week.  Home to meth, poverty, and at least three Subways.  I can't say I'm looking forward to it (I'd assume it has something to do with feeling like I'm running away from something - what that something is... I'm still not certain).  But I'll be able to make some money and hopefully move back up to Eugene in a few months.

I sit back in my computer chair and it almost feels like my body has been worked over like laffy taffy in a three year old's hand.  All of my limbs feel like steel extensions: heavy, slow, unresponsive... maybe heat conducive too, in this freaking heat that's "setting the nation ablaze", haha.  And every time I wake up in the morning, it feels like I didn't rest well enough, you know?  I don't think I need more sleep.. maybe it's just boredom, seeping into my very bones.

Music is fantastic, and if you're at all interested in what kind of music I like to listen to, you should check out The Weepies.  Seriously, do what you can to find some of their songs and listen to them.  I mean, you prolly couldn't listen to this in front of most of your friends, especially if you're a dude.  All of your hetero-overdrive, Korn-listening, manly man types will give you the cold shoulder until you switch it to something more palatable, like this.