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Feb. 3rd, 2013 04:49 pmI am so burned on the internet. I'm trying to set some boundaries for my brain, to keep myself a little more sane. I'm reading more, spending a lot of time not on the computer. I have so little patience though. I'm not interesting in coddling anyone, dealing with famewhore social climbers or people who can't bother to use a modest bit of professionalism.
The new Area 11 album All The Lights In The Sky is beautiful, and it pulls at something in my chest when I drive around listening to it. It makes me feel a certain way, the way I did when I was much younger.
Last night I danced a lot. Probably two hours in the end of it. I felt glorious. Ed was hammering the smoke machine button and at times it was so thick we could barely see each other on the floor. There was only the fog, the colored lights and the shapes and the music over everything. It was good. I danced ferociously. My calves are still burning this afternoon.
The new Area 11 album All The Lights In The Sky is beautiful, and it pulls at something in my chest when I drive around listening to it. It makes me feel a certain way, the way I did when I was much younger.
Last night I danced a lot. Probably two hours in the end of it. I felt glorious. Ed was hammering the smoke machine button and at times it was so thick we could barely see each other on the floor. There was only the fog, the colored lights and the shapes and the music over everything. It was good. I danced ferociously. My calves are still burning this afternoon.