Tomorrow is Nashville

I am mildly drunk, sitting on my bed, and listening to song ideas that I've recorded over the last month and a half, all the while thinking about the fact that I keep referring to Nashville as "home." I think my conclusion is that it is as close to a home as I can have right now. Fair enough, yeah? I'm going back "home" tomorrow (today! It's after midnight) to visit my friends.

I just finished Peter Pan. It was a birthday gift from Amanda, and the ending made me cry. The words were familiar, but that might have made it worse.

And what of Atlanta? Let me just say that I feel 500% more myself when I am drunk than when I am sober. In Nashville, this number varied but never strayed from the 80 - 150% range. There is much more to say but that sums it up fairly well.

There was something else that I wanted to mention here, but it has slipped my mind. I'm listening to a song that Mike and I recorded shortly before I left; it's really nice.