Electric Sun

So it's almost five in the morning. I sit here, after a brief trip to bed, and can't quite find a thought to focus on. Today is Sunday, and that means football. Football means Fantasy Football, and the ups and downs of performers and failures. I'm excited like usual, and hope that my week of editing and re-drafting will prove worth it for my teams.

I'm going to cut my hair soon. It seems, almost tragic after all this time to cut it off. At times I want nothing more than to just grab some scissors and remove it from my head. Others though, I relish in the fact that I have something on my head that takes some people hours to get right, but with me, it's totally natural. I love the way it looks, but it's such a hassle. It's so much a part of me now though, having anything else just seems foreign.

Twenty minutes, and two paragraphs are all I've created. I just feel scatter-brained right now, and although I have the urge to write, I just can't find a way to put anything together. I have music to talk about, but half my posts are about music. I've been playing Final Fantasy Eight, but again, I don't really want to write about that.

I guess I'm looking for something inside my head that is new to this medium. Something I haven't painted into your ears before with my usual cursing and jokes about the less fortunate. I guess this appetite for a new direction comes from listening to the new Juliana Theory album. It's the kind of music that sets your mind adrift without your consent. It's sailing in an open sea with plenty of waves, but none that take me anywhere but further out to sea.

I'll be back if I spot a Seagull.