What the fuck? I never know what to write anymore. Every day is pretty much the same thing. I basically spend all day being pulled back and forth in my mind about what I should do with myself. I’ve been out of the apartment for a good while now. A month or so, right? All I want to do is be happy, and have good relationships with the people that will remain a part of my life. While that sounds simple, I have no idea which choice(s) are the ones to get me there, or if that’s even possible. Each day I have people waiting on me to make some big life-altering announcement, and for whatever reason I just haven’t been able to do it. I guess I’m afraid of making the wrong choice. I just keep waiting for some empirical evidence to hit me over the head and prove to me which way is the way to go. In short, I’m a big fucking mess, and I feel crazier as each day passes.
On the upside, I saw Saul Williams at the Trocadero on Friday night and he totally killed it. Seriously, it was one of the best performances I’ve seen in a long long time. I’m still giving frequent listens to The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! and it just doesn’t get old.