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'm having quite a mixed time of it at the moment.
'Got lots of work on (as in dayjob work): this is GOOD for the company, but SUCKS for my sparetime.
Lost my guitarist for touring plans - hopefully got a new one lined up, but I have to check his availability / commitments.
I'm in the mood to write music (LOTS OF IT), but have precious little time to do so. I'm going to give that a shot tonight. I'm even thinking of doing a few non-industrial tracks with the new toys. Hmm.
I tried to give the house situation (with Dave now, that is, not Cath) one last shot at a peaceful and decent ending, by approaching Dave last night to talk to him. He (literally) ignored me when I said I knew he had a fuckload on his plate right now and didn't want to add to that if it could be avoided (he actually lay there, on his bed and just turned away from me, the fucking child), then when I asked if he was ignoring me, or thinking, and about to speak, he just turned back and said "I'd like you to leave now." SOoooo... that settles that - only two more months of living with the little shit, I know *I* can get through that, and, the next time he deliberately fucks with me, I'm going to give him the dentistry he so badly requires.
Most other things are quite up n down, too.
Nothing mind-bendingly shit, as I'm getting back to some kind of mental / physical stability again, but (as ever), nothing's ever perfect.
Keep on fucking rolling, I spose ;)
Horsearse.
'Got lots of work on (as in dayjob work): this is GOOD for the company, but SUCKS for my sparetime.
Lost my guitarist for touring plans - hopefully got a new one lined up, but I have to check his availability / commitments.
I'm in the mood to write music (LOTS OF IT), but have precious little time to do so. I'm going to give that a shot tonight. I'm even thinking of doing a few non-industrial tracks with the new toys. Hmm.
I tried to give the house situation (with Dave now, that is, not Cath) one last shot at a peaceful and decent ending, by approaching Dave last night to talk to him. He (literally) ignored me when I said I knew he had a fuckload on his plate right now and didn't want to add to that if it could be avoided (he actually lay there, on his bed and just turned away from me, the fucking child), then when I asked if he was ignoring me, or thinking, and about to speak, he just turned back and said "I'd like you to leave now." SOoooo... that settles that - only two more months of living with the little shit, I know *I* can get through that, and, the next time he deliberately fucks with me, I'm going to give him the dentistry he so badly requires.
Most other things are quite up n down, too.
Nothing mind-bendingly shit, as I'm getting back to some kind of mental / physical stability again, but (as ever), nothing's ever perfect.
Keep on fucking rolling, I spose ;)
Horsearse.
