I Don't Know About You

Maybe it's the fact that it's four o'clock in the morning and I want to overhaul everything that has to do with the site -- with the exclusion of Jay's portion, which is honestly the only thing that's been steadily updating all the while --, maybe it's continuing lack of sleep, maybe it's growing exterior pressures, but I'm seeing nothing but reflections of cynicism and nihilism out there right now. Maybe it's depression.

Rambling...rambling. Catching up. I haven't stretched any of these muscles for awhile so I'm a little stiff. I don't remember how I did it back when I was writing 500 words bare minimum a day. Maybe it's the fact that I'm listening to the Underworld soundtrack, which is a nice, depressing gothic downer of an album, similar to The Crow soundtrack, actually, only it goes out on a beautiful depressing note, rather than the nice hope in the darkness from Jane Siberry's "It Can't Rain All the Time".

Jane Siberry's a freak. I love her. If you don't own When I Was A Boy, I can't help you.

Anyway, of Underworld soundtrack, I'll say more later, but Sarah Bettens' -- you know her better as the songstress of K's Choice -- "All of This Past", despite being beautiful, is a lot like Sarah McLachlan on valium. Slow, atmospheric, and none all too happy. Maybe happiness is overrated.

Maybe it's me.