So the recordings with PD Wilder went okay. I think we did six or seven pieces & the first couple were uneven & the last one I wrote a pop song that PD will add parts too later, but it went pretty well for what I think might be the first time we were actually working on music together. There was a piece that ended up pretty interesting where both of us were playing just one chord the whole time with the rhythm & strength of the strumming creating the variation. Who knows what will happen to the recordings, but it was fun.
I did some work for QRD for the candy reviews editing the videos & typing in the reviews. I’m going to be getting the new issue together fairly soon hopefully.
So I did type up the short story in my notebook. It’s inspired by the Hefner song “Hymn for the Postal Service”. It’s kinda crazy to me that I’m at a point where I feel like 200 words is a long story.
She mailed me her passport. No note or explanation, just the passport. I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. If she’s never coming back or if she wants me to personally come & get her & bring her back home. I’m not sure which would be easier to deal with. I love her, but I know she’ll destroy me if I let her in my life again. Not maliciously or intentionally, just by her nature. A beautiful, strong, passionate woman; but, no matter how much I give her, it’ll never quite be all that she needs. I wish I could really help her, really save her; but I’m more of a wounded animal than a knight in shining armor. Without her I feel useless, like a lump of clay without a potter. I’m too stupid & too weak to make a decision. I just throw the passport away. If there’s a choice & a future to be made with us, she’ll need to make it on her own.
Tom Hanks is trying to salvage a relationship with Sigourney Weaver who has converted an ambulance into a mobile animal hospital. He comes into the ambulance during a surgery & says, “I know you can’t just ignore me & throw me away underneath God in this ambulance in front of this little girl & her dog.” She says, “Just shut up & hand me the forceps.”