Oh Sweet Oblivion Feels All Right

It's chilly again this morning, but at least I have my sweatpants.

I'm having difficulty willing myself out of bed these past two mornings. Both nights I woke up b/w 3-4 to use the bathroom. I'm sure that such a disruption is part of the problem. No real way to counteract that short of holding it in, which I won't do. I did finish off the Apple Jacks before I left, though.

Began reading Solipsist, since there's a solid chance I'm going to meet Henry Rollins next week at a book signing. It's tough in the sense that it messes with your head. It's a hard read in that respect, because it's so harsh and maybe that's not what I want to read/hear first thing in the morning, but then again it's keeping me in touch with reality.

Reflecting on a dream I had:

Planning to play a show in my old garage band trio, and my guitarist and I were going over what to play. For some reason we were going to play "Hellbound" by Pantera, which is the tip-off that it's a dream b/c we were no longer playing together nor friends when that song came out (2000). The show was going to be before people in bleachers, so it's possible it was camp, where we did play together. Still, one of my strings popped off (and possibly so did his) and then I realized I was sleeping through Zeppelin and got out of bed.

This was all incited b/c I saw the friend recently from afar and b/c I saw Foo support Roger Waters on a show playing "In The Flesh," which we had planned to do one summer. My time without this friend is almost twice the estrangement time. He did reach out to me one time years ago and that was cool, so the animosity dissipated. I leave it there because that's where it is -- in the past. There are other old friends whom I thought I despised but I really am just disappointed in myself for letting others make me feel inferior. Socially, that no longer happens. Soon enough it will not happen professionally.

First thing I saw upon exiting Penn Station was two black homeless guys looking like they were going to throw down. An on-break construction worker stood to my left with his cameraphone out hoping to catch a glimpse of something he could instantly post. Thankfully, cops came right out and calmly told them to hang out somewhere else. The yelling seemed to die down a bit.

This goes back to my thoughts on Hume, and the idea that I am basically just a bunch of memories stitched together. I'm not the same person -- too much of a transformation on all 3 planes.

That is all for today. Made my lights and good time.

Thank you for reading.

Playlist:
Sammy Hagar: "Cosmic Universal Fashion" "Psycho Vertigo" "Loud"
Screaming Trees: "Shadow of the Season" "Nearly Lost You" "Tomorrow's Dream"