Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets

My sleep schedule is very very askew. There's a lot of dirt in my right shoe from hiking earlier today. There's a jaunt-angled poster on my wall because someone has been stealing pushpins. I may or may not have a test in the morning in a class I haven't attended for over a week.

It's been some time since I've written a good song. Actually, I'm beginning to question whether I've ever in fact written a good song. The most oft quoted and preferred songs on our album are all Derrick's. But that's okay. He's a cool kid, that Derrick.

This blog, I realize, is terribly frustrating. One must come up with suitable material to write about which one, everyone would find agreeably interesting to read, and two, one must take care that that material is suitable for all eyes that may wander to it.

Such is my conundrum. I have something to say, but no one to say it to. Too bad, that.

So...yet another pathetic entry into the blog of my life. Hello family and friends. How are you?

I'm in such a strange mood. Perhaps I'll go for a walk.