Posting once again out of sheer boredom.

I do regret having not written more about my experiences at BUSTI. I tried to save the majority of the work that I did there, but we wrote a lot less after the halfway point. Most of it is only kept in memory, and someday I'll chronicle those events. Maybe.

Morgan is leaving for college tomorrow. Soon, I'll be the only one here. Well, excluding Mom, but a mother is sort of an ever-present figure in the life of a child, I suppose, so she doesn't really count. All alone.

It sounds fucking fantastic. There are so many things I want to do with this house, mostly cleaning, that Morgan only hinders the process of, creating more mess while complaining about mom's inability to clean.

A whole new chapter is unfolding in my life.

I'm still playing guitar all of the time. Usually, when I write something like a song or a poem, it feels like a brilliant work of art for a couple of days. Then I go through a period where I despise it, thinking it total crap, only keeping it because I know that someday it will mean something to me again. And then, one day, it does. I hold my own songs in high regard, knowing how honest and true they were at the time of writing them, regardless of how I feel now when I sing them.

Someday, I'll start to record my songs. I hope to put them on an album. I could be like the next Ryan Benyo! Only... less gay.