Sharks and boots

Well, I got the boots cobbled. Fifty bucks. But brand new boots. Onion River Cobbler, downtown Winooski. The show at the Monkey House is finalized and quickly approaching. May 15, 7:00 PM. I need to get some posters out there. The shark didn't sleep and now I've spun this magnificent web of bullshit. Way to go. Three things I need: celibacy, singularity, sobriety. Not that the opposites of those are too bad in moderation, but when they are maxxed out, strange shit can happen.

I've been feeling quite void of feeling. Wrote, or improvised, actually, a twenty minute song in which I said "I haven't been so happy in a while, so happy that it made me cry. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been there before." Then, I realized that I haven't been so sad in a while that I've cried. Static. Taciturn. Ugh. I took a drive yesterday morning that brought me into Westford, VT. Had never been there. Left my house at 8 AM. I needed to think. I try to get lost on purpose, but I always find my way home. This time I returned to Burlington via the same route that took me out. Full circle. I still love this state though. Can't beat the beauty of spring. Time to stop wasting moments. Get back into myself.