(MacArthur Park, Richard Harris)
Finally. The essay from hell is over. I don't know what to do with myself, now.
That's a lie. I have to get better at theory and skillz... and playing. That is what I have to dedicate my time to now.
I want to make cookies, though. Perhaps a saner thing to do when bored, no?
I am so desperately tired, though. I can't seem to fit all the crap I have to do into the hours of a day. Admittedly, that is because I organize my time so badly, but it's still stressful. I think the only solution is to stop reading this dense theory junk, and start baking. Good plan.