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Bed and Boy Bands. . .

Mom's out of the hospital. Can I get a woohoo?

For those that actually cared, my "mix," at least the one I chose at the time I was writing this, is as follows, in no particular order. . .

Faith and the Muse - Cantus

Einstuerzende Neubauten - Fiat Lux

David Bowie - Ashes to Ashes

Depeche Mode - World Full of Nothing

The Smiths - There is a Light That Never Goes Out

Das Ich - Das Dunkele Land

Peter Gabriel - Blood of Eden

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

Gary Jules - Mad World

Stromkern - Im Traum

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere?

The Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin

Dead Can Dance - The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove

Iris - Twilight

Getting out of bed is getting harder and harder. It seems to be a combination of physical exhaustion and overall dread for the day. My life is slowly falling into a pit of predictable sameness - work, band, eat, sleep - and though not everything involved in that equation is a bad thing, it all just seems so rehearsed and trivial at this point. There have been a few breaks from it all, mostly involving visits with Alicia, Chad, JDavyd, and Cartwright, but the joy of those is that they are not predictable, and thus I have no idea of them when I wake up in the morning. No, upon waking, all I know is "Uggg. . . shower, clean, work. . . blleeeeecccchh. . ." and none of those thoughts seem like a particularly good reason to leave the warmth and safety of my bed.

But then, I'm probably just feeling sorry for myself. I have a tendency to do that. Because in a few hours I'll start thinking about next week's show, and I'll get all excited again. Mood swings are wonderful, eh?

In more hilarious news, I think JDavyd, Cartwright, and I have decided to form a new boy band. . .

I think we have a lot of potential, but I'm a bit of a dreamer in that respect.

Well, it's Friday, which means I'll be busy tonight and even busier tomorrow. However, after Tomorrow I don't have another Saturday Shift until the 22, and that just makes me smile. So, overall, I guess I can't complain, but I will anyway. . .