...and I find myself thinking nothing at all.
It's odd. According to many people, my life should be the most exciting right now, with all sorts of piano stuff and other real-life business popping up every week. I've got ten pieces to memorize by March, and a handful of recitals in between. And yet I'm sitting here, doing nothing, writing on my blog about nothing, just before going to bed, which is, paradoxically, doing something.
Yes, sleeping is considered an action. If I'm not mistaken, it's a verb.
But I promised I wouldn't ramble. So I'll find a topic to write about right...now.
Didn't work. I think I left my topics in San Francisco, even though I've never been there. But I'll be on the road again soon, makin' music with my friends. The pretty red-haired girl, the long-haired Super Mario dude...my piano buddies, who I'll save for a later post.
But unintelligible thoughts keep falling on my head, with little song lyrics attached. Oh well - at least I hope you laughed.
A new thing
6 days ago