Listless

Lately, I realised I have been neglecting some of the things that used to be a little more important in my life. Little indulgences like my good old Xbox and my guitars seem to have taken 2nd and 3rd place in the long list of things that Jit can be bothered about. Sometimes it's simply because I'm a little too preoccupied with something else and am enjoying the moment so much that I forget about them, but sometimes it's because I just can't seem to find the drive to play them.

This morning, I decided to pick up the Edwards superstrat, hoping to make up for some lost time with it. Sitting it down in that ever so familiar place on my lap, and with my pick at the ready, I realised something. The notes just wouldn't come out. Not that I had forgotten how to play the guitar.. I could make notes come out if I wanted to, but they weren't coming out like they used to. There was no feeling in them, and my mind was elsewhere. Every hit of the pick gave me crap. It wasn't long before I set my guitar back on its stand and began staring listlessly into the wall, anticipating that little beep which never comes when I want it to.

I sure could do with a nice chillout session with a coffee and good company now. But work's in the way AGAIN.