polyphony.

on some one post a month sht.

i really need to stop staying up late.

not only is it making it hard for me to get up on time in the morning, it's patently dangerous for the psyche. particularly if you're not doing anything but wallowing in a pool of self-pity juice.

i did make a kinda cool beat that my mans was geeking over, but in retrospect, it probably wasn't worth the sanity & sleep i may have squandered it its wake.

well, maybe it wasn't so bad. the time spent. i got a chance to talk with a old friend and some of her honesty about her own failings helped wipe the cobwebs from my own self-image; helped me be a little more honest with myself.

but overall, it was depressing. i sat there til 3am staring at a computer and drinking a Coors Light (NOT my kinda beer at ALL) that had the audacity to be lukewarm.

i need to write. historically, writing hasn't done much in the way of therapy, but... it's been a while since i actually wrote outside of a blog or a verse for a rhyme.

i'm going to try today because work can eat a fat one.