I can barely listen to music lately, have barely updated my playlist at work. Am I approaching that age where musical exploration freezes? Am I destined to look forward to reunion concerts?

No, there’s no way, but that would be a better reason. Instead I think I’ve ruined most of my favorite music. The past is so attached to those songs that I can’t listen. I can’t wait for the past. Seeing Coldplay in concert last night and being thankful they didn’t play her song, and ‘her’ isn’t even an important memory.

It looks terrible outside. I’m waiting for long grain rice to cool in the fridge so I can fry it, I’ve got chicken and vegetables cut up. It all seems really boring. It’s a good enough reason not to write, but those are the reasons I usually choose to. I could go read The Doors of Perception and get excited, but where would that lead me? Only 2 months until I should be back in Europe. 2 weeks of Spanish lessons are finished. ¿qué siguiente?