Do What You Love. Don't Do What You Don't Love.

"Is that a quote from Jake's on Main?"

"Man, you're good. I always get caught when I use other people's originality and wittiness and try to make it my own.... But just for the record, that second part was all me."

"Zing!"

Blackberries are not to be trusted. They have stirred up a double dose of trouble and love. A first kiss and an... engagement. That's right. I'm getting a brother-in-law.

Without warning, a massive thunderstorm swept over the roof of my house in the middle of recording "Portland on a Train". I'm keeping it.

"Headed towards the great unknown for a walk in the rain."

And then for good measure, I kept recording the next twenty minutes of the frantic breaking-down of patio furniture and downpour occuring outside my bedroom window.

I've always found it odd that creatures are so incredibly attracted to light. Take the gnat on my computer screen right now. I've tried flicking him off at least five times, but he always keeps coming back for more. And I don't think it was the flicking. Or take the moth that literally commited suicide in the campfire last week out of an inability to say no to the beauty of the flame. I completely understand the idea of being attracted to light for the sake of making life easier [like how I turn on the light when I enter a room], but I do not understand spending two hours sitting on a computer screen or sacrificing my one and only life for the sake of a millisecond of pure bliss. There's something bigger going on with this whole light thing.

Crickets chirp in the background of "Cigarettes". It's beautiful and gives hope to my clock situation.

Speaking of "clock situation"... the current clock situation is telling me I have to be up for a shoot in seven hours. My beautifully ironic wake up call for sleep.