I can’t sleep because my stomach hurts and because there are ghosts in my house that have loud sex and play basketball and repair furniture all at the same time
I didn’t realize it until I was a ways off my medications but like, they really stunted me emotionally. I don’t really have any external memory issues but I look back and I can’t recall for the life of me how I felt on those medications: everything sort of seems like a dark grey blur, a zombielike state I can’t recall. I’m not sure what I was like to myself or other people.
There’s a sad ghost at the end of a tunnel I walk through coming back from work every night. I wonder why he’s so sad
Got this freakin awesome Hum screenprinted poster in the mail today, bought from frontman Matt Talbott from a fest they played a few years ago. Even got a little thank you note as well
It may only be 45˚ out right now, but with how cold it has been and how sunny and bright it is outside today, it feels like summer. So I’m spinning my favorite summertime album ever and no one can stop me
Do Make Say Think - “A Tender History in Rust”
I can’t deal with anything tonight, I’m going to bed for a long time now, please don’t wake me up until there’s a new Aphex Twin album