This is the VERY FIRST test pressing of the VERY FIRST CogDiss Records release. EXCITEMENT!
I feel like everything’s falling apart.
Fuck. I broke the band.
Dear god, the anger. Still, even now, it’s so close to the surface and, when triggered, (as it can be by the slightest thing) entirely all consuming.
It’s not the cold fury of the resigned, or the peevish complaints of the bitter, it’s an almost beserker-like rage. I want to scream, to throw things, to break everything in sight.
It’s terrifying in its ability to drive everything else from my mind. And when it subsides, I feel exhausted. Physically and mentally drained.
It’s not healthy. There’s no way it can be healthy. But it’s not going away.
Going through a bad patch at the moment. I don’t know why. I wish it would end.
That’s..all I can really say about it, I guess.
Irrationality angry with the 405 right now for launching a feature we were going to launch on Echoes and dust next month. Completely irrational, of course, because there’s no way the could have known. But it’s really annoyed me.
Frank Turner’s cover of You Are My Sunshine is heartbreaking and beautiful.
Has tumblr stopped letting people post music? The option is missing from my android app
Stress-related eczema coming back. Fucking brilliant.