lost and found for the soul, part 2

one day several months ago, i decided it would be good brain exercise to eat with my left hand. improve coordination, workout the right side of my brain, rehearse my theatrics in case i should ever find myself called upon to impersonate a left-handed person -- the typical stuff. so i started holding my fork in my left hand. and it's been habit ever since. ...people can change, i tell you. people can change.

so today has been the longest, most stressful day ever. well, it could be longer. but not more stressful. work stress. ...and so i came home from work, and i'll i've been able to do is play the guitar and sing along in my best possible singing voice (this is how i cope with stress -- with music, i mean). ...and i'm trying to break my bad singing habits -- you know, sing with my "good" voice, not my "bad" voice -- but it doesn't seem to be so easy a habit to change as eating with my right or left hand. my apologies to renae and the girls who live downstairs. and maybe the neighbors.

on a related but different note, i should mention that today was yet another day in a long string of too-busy days. i still feel like my soul is lost somewhere inside my head, and i'd really like to have it back. do you know what i mean? ...i'll need to relax. tomorrow night i need to relax, to recover my soul. except i'm not good at relaxing. i wish everything could go up in flames. then i'd be left with only my soul and nothing to make me lose it.

...The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear
for the things that you didn't need
Cause you knew you were finally free...
from "Your Heart Is an Empty Room" by Death Cab for Cutie