Faintly Falling fucking Ashes.

It's officially Christmas Eve, well at least two and a half hours in.  How am I spending it?  I'm trying to drink myself to sleep on my parents' couch, while watching The Dark Knight for the ...th time.  Sixth?  Seventh?  I've seen this movie way too many times already.  This is coming from someone who thinks one viewing of a motion picture is enough.

I don't blog enough.  I wanted to do this more often.  There is no time.  I live a busy life of nothing.  I work, I play music, and I seem to do a lot of driving.  I shopped a lot this week.  More than I ever do.  Christmas is the reason for the season.  I spent too much money today.

I don't feel creative enough.  I have song ideas that come to me and develop but will they ever get anywhere?  That's the real question.  I have no idea.  Time will tell.  Hell, the newest Hormones song was actually written by me a good two years ago.  Wow.  Hard to think about that.

It pisses me off though.  I want to be more productive.  I WANT TO RECORD.  I want a diligent band.  What the fuck, right?  I dunno.

So yeah.  I'm three beers in.  There is no one up to correspond with.  Batman is going nuts with his cell phone sonar shenanigans and I have to be at my grandma's in 10 and a half hours if my math serves me right.  I am pumped to have a good homemade free meal.  I think I'll get ready for bed and let the alcohol content set in.  I gotta work tomorrow at 8.  Fuck that.  8p-3a.  I hope freezing rain pollutes the area and fucks everything up.  That would be beautiful.  I want to drink with my family.  Fuck Sheetz.

And god damn,  my spelling and grammar is pretty good for having a nice buzz.

Merry Christmas Eve everyone.  Enjoy the season.