Ringamarole

I’m starting to get things in order for the next move while trying to job hunt furiously and remain functional. It’s working out ok given the circumstances I guess. 🙂 Pretty stressed out as a result. Listening to a lot of intense minor music, John Williams (the guitarist), Tool, Cells (by The Servant). Great stuff.

The Patient

Suddenly this morning I recalled the following lyrics from “The Patient”, by Tool: “If there were no rewards to reap, / No loving embrace to see me through / This tedious path I’ve chosen here, / I certainly would’ve walked away by now.” Maybe it’s the weather; it’s chilly and rainy out here today. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had my trust decimated by people I care about. Maybe it’s the fact that I feel like I’ve completely lost my bearings, and am wondering what the point is of being in this same place over and over again. Maybe it’s time to try something else, and try a completely new approach to living my life. Maybe it’ll help my luck get a little better. I don’t know how much more of this kind of stress I can take and I’ve been dealing with several key issues for a long time. And these issues never seem to change.