dear brian, i still listen to .moneen.

I think part of the reason I haven't updated in so long is because I've comfortably fallen into the groove of HALCat sets, production shows, guest entertainers and drinking Pacificos on beaches. Not bad, but whenever I fall into a steady pace like this it takes about two weeks before comfort becomes complacency becomes boredom. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but when I know almost exactly what to expect day in and day out I tend to let myself drag, something I know I should work on. Writing would completely annihilate this tendency, but I've taken to the idea of writing after the fact, after I've processed everything in my head, made rhyme and reason to playing with debauchery and "Brown Eyed Girl." I guess Lately I've just been processing/acting sloth-like more than ususal as of late.
So, what better way to mix things up then to leave(DAMN IT!)? In about a week I'm officially gone, flying back to Rochester for a two month, snow-capped pause before jumping on the Nordam for about two months, possibly longer. I'm happy to go home, and have a notion of work again, but I'm still a bit offset at leaving.
Conclusion? I need to kick my ass and write more.

Be back.