A bit of an off day, overall.
I had another strange step aerobics experience at lunch. The regular teacher was away, and her replacement was a fifty-something man in short shorts and one of those head sweat band thingys. He kept getting all mixed up and doing the opposite move of what he told us to do. I got so turned around that I eventually sat down, drank some water, and laughed to myself. I very nearly faceplanted into my neighbour's foot at one point. The class was embarrassing for everyone involved.
Then I spent the rest of my day thinking about how my album might never go anywhere, and that I had spent all my money for nothing, and that I was totally fucked. I also thought lovely things like "I am a shit performer" and "I can't write songs" blah blah blah.
I needed somebody to smack me upside the head, obviously, which I'm sure would have happened if the aerobics class had gone on any longer.
Anyways. I have vented to my Better Half, and have calmed down considerably. Independent music, especially independent folk music, is not easy or profitable. I have no misconceptions about that. But it's easy to feel discouraged every now and then. Today was my day. But I will keep on trucking, and maybe someday I will even pay off my credit cards. How cool would that be? Very.
So now I am eating a very late dinner, listening to The Beatles, and waiting for CSI to start so I can turn off my brain. As I sign off, I would like to share the highlight of my day with you. It's called Improv Everywhere. Make sure to check out the video section. It will make you think wonderful things.