And oh my god, it's hard to write when I'm sitting here remembering this album from when I was like 14.
Oh that's right. Craft day. I have things to make. Shouldn't I be writing? I should.
I had a dream that made no sense and I don't want to get into it but it was a sex dream, but it didn't fully involve me. I'm kind of bothered by any dream I have that doesn't involve me.
Since when do I not think about myself.
I'm kind of a self-centered ass.
How do I know I won't get distracted later on by something else? Actually, what am I talking about. I'm already distracted right now. Music usually doesn't pull my attention this much but if it's this old, I can't help it.