So, I've mostly wasted the past eight months of my life. My music has barely progressed. I've really lost my drive. The joy that I used to feel when making music has been very difficult to conjure, and I think the forty-hour workweek is largely to blame; it really drains me; it makes my life feel so repetitive and meaningless. As a kid, I noticed how my parents' forty-hour-workweek-lives seemed so repetitive and meaningless, and I told myself I wouldn't end up like that, that I'd find a better way. Well, I haven't found a better way, yet, but I'm still trying.
There certainly are better ways to work and live. Last month, I read a New York Times article about this guy named Marc Rebillet, for example, and his lifestyle looks pretty good from my vantage point.  If you've never heard of him, you might want to check him out.  You can tell that he really enjoys making music and feeling good. In contrast, I'm not sure if I even know how to feel good anymore.
 i want to die