It's been a funny week. I was in a pretty bad mood for most of it. Sad and not really sure why, if not actually bad tempered. Today I'm fine, happy even, despite a pretty long day of taking minutes for meetings. No idea what made the difference. Which probably proves just how subjective feelings are and how little relationship they can have to reality.
I was going to go out to see some contemporary dance this evening, but I'm not really awake enough. Instead, I shall stay in and relax.
Nothing very profound to say.
I love the sound of a guitarist's fingers squeaking on frets.