Clearly, I seem to have fallen out of the habit of writing here. I'd like to say that this will be a temporary thing, but I just don't know. I've become very tired of writing boring stuff, and I've become quite fearful of writing interesting stuff.
I find myself being tempted by old paths. Paths which are fraught with danger, but maybe that's part of their allure. For danger brings with it the possibility of salvation. And salvation would be a nice thing, I think.
I think I'm jet-lagged. After I got home tonight, and after I'd eaten some pizza, I found myself exhausted. So I went to bed, a little after 8:00. My intention, my expectation even, was that I would sleep until my alarm sounded at 6:45 in the morning.
Didn't happen that way.
I woke up at midnight or so, and I've been up ever since. Watching episodes of Heroes in my basement, and pausing every now and then to mess with my guitar.
I still suck at the whole guitar thing, in case anyone was wondering.
Tonight, I was also thinking about how things can change, and how sometimes they can only seem to change. Like, sometimes I almost open my big fat mouth, and state that which is obvious to everyone. If I were to do so, things would almost certainly change. But, I don't think that they really should.
If, for example, I said that water was wet, nothing should change. Water has always been wet, and water will continue to be wet. My speaking about it doesn't change its wetness at all.
This is like that, I think. Maybe even more obvious than wet water. I should be able to say it, and then absolutely nothing should happen as a result. My admission of the obvious should not change a thing.
Like I said, these old paths are tempting me.
I wish I was tired. This is a dangerous mood for me to be in. Sleep would be safer.