It occured to me last night, while listening to "Say Hello to the Angels" before falling asleep, that I could be hearing that song live if I had driven down to U of I to see Interpol play. sigh.

I am very frustrated/depressed/angry/uptight about something, and I don't know what it is.

I also fear the point where I get fed up with new music and listening to and playing music and wanting to move to NY and all this new good stuff that is happening, and when I start secondguessing myself, like now.