Chops

Note to self: Call AMber "Chops", from here on out.

Will playing an Em chord on my guitar over and over make me Emo? Perhaps I am already Emo and the chord is a symptom.

"Doc, I can't stop playing E minor and my hair is growing over my left eye. Also my pants feel tight and I keep crying in front of people."

"Bad case of the Emoes, Nathan. I want you to go see Chuckles the Clown. He can cheer up anyone, and I hear he is in town."

"But Doc...I am Chuckles the Clown."

I am an uncarved block.

I had probably better get a job soon. The savings won't hold up forever. For the time being I have been concentrating on packing and getting moved. The problem is I get so worn out from all the concentrating that I have no energy left to actually do it.

I love this apartment which is all the more apparent now that I finally got the chance to entertain people here. It's not the apartment's fault the life in it was a mess. Poor little guy must feel abandoned.

The party last night was very needed. Drinks songs and friends are the best cure for The Emoes. I am going to learn to play and sing well enough to not be embarassed the next morning after doing so. It's kind of like waking up drunk and remembering you had sex..."shit was I good?...Did I look ok?...is she going to want to do it again?...am I?...is it as good as they make it out to be in general?"

Ahem.