sitting here in the middle of the night in my hot bedroom working on music. I desperatly want to finish these 2 songs I'm working on but I'm only making small dents at a time. did I mention it was hot in here. perhaps I should turn on the fan. the constant droning of the sound is giving me a headache. i wonder what kind of headache it is, I never can tell. work was, mentally draining per usually. while putting the sour cream on the baked potatos I look down and begin to wonder if my brain is starting to look like that.