Adam was in town last night, so we hung out for a few hours. It was good to see him--he seems good. Seeing him always makes me question my decisions, I guess because he proves it's possible to do something I wouldn't think it would be possible to do. Makes me feel like a big-ass sellout, especially when my alarm goes off because I have to go to work in the morning.
On the other hand, though, I would never be able to deal with that kind of instability. I worry too much.
Besidse that, his way with words makes me look like fucking W. Music talentlessness aside, I don't think I could write songs that good, even if I did devote my time to it.
I would like to start writing something more substantive in my blog. I have to start thinking more substantive thoughts, first.