What to do, What to do.

Being band-less has left me feeling listless and cranky and not quite knowing what to do with myself. I am free to resume work on my own music now, but I miss the urgency and charged atmosphere of wanting to have a particular part ready by the next rehearsal. Maybe I work better in a group situation than I thought. Maybe it's exactly what I need to keep the motivation that I constantly fight with.

Ex-bandmate contacted me over facebook and we exchanged a couple of civil messages. Wish they'd showed this willingness to be calm when it mattered. I guess we don't hate each other though. *shrug*

My poor wife has been sick for a few days. I keep feeling like I'm starting to come down with it but then it backs off. I am really starting to itch to get stuff moved into the new house but it seems unlikely I'll be able to afford the gas to drive down there until I get paid again next week. Grr. I need to go through the storage area of our basement and start pulling all the domestic stuff that got put into mothballs two years ago so we can start putting it in its new home. Maybe if I do that until it's time to go down there I'll feel like I'm doing something.

Just generally antsy. Since my computer works again I've been playing Dragon Age: Origins again but that only keeps me distracted for so long. I've gotten to Orzammar, which to me is the most tedious part of the game. Seems to go on forever. You basically have to get through it the same way you reduce a golem's size: with a chisel and a lot of nerve.

Okay so I know I sound like I'm being obsessive. But it's hard to forget what keeps coming back up.

So, a bass-playing friend of mine who is friends with my former band and actually played with them long ago, just mentioned on Facebook that he is learning the same cover songs I was working on at the time of my departure. With the band's guitarist commenting approvingly.

Now, they do not actually come out and state that he is playing with them but they are not really songs most people would just sit down and randomly decide to learn. The timing is... interesting.

Obviously I shouldn't care. They need a bassist, he's a bassist, and business is business. But at the same time... I dunno, I guess it's kind of like your buddy sleeping with your ex-girlfriend: yeah, technically there's no reason why they can't and it has nothing to do with you but it still feels like a slap just the same.