I walk around downtown during lunch looking at all the buildings and all the memories from buildings that my path crossed, thinking that I should do this, that or the other thing 'cause I got my career to worry about. But my career is a mere manmade subset life, and life is where things should really matter. Why do so many people miss the point? Why am I so scared when I know I'm totally in the wrong spot and yet I feel helpless walking away from it 'cause the wrong spot pays a lot of my bills? And why do I crave D* when I've had a ton of other great dates this summer? I heard this line from a BoDeans tune, "And the hardest thing about it is knowing that she was right." Out of context I took this as she was right for me and then in context it was beautiful to discover that it was really, she was right all along. Everything haunts. Everything. And I'm wasting my intellect inside an office cube, but I am too enervated to go out and (once again) prove my intellect to the world, too cerebrally and emotionally broke to roll the dice one more time (When your day is done).

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.