I felt so uncreative last night.

Every once in a while, when I sit down to work on stuff that I've written (either to edit or extend existing stuff or to write whole new stuff) I get into a funk and feel really bored with what I'm doing. Although I haven't felt this way since I moved into my new place, and I never really felt as bored as last night since I got my new Telecaster last December.

I think it might be environmental, because with those old people above me I don't really feel disconnected with the real world-the whole time I was concerned with my noise level...what I was playing felt forced.

Tomorrow morning I'm going up to my Aunt Maryann's cabin north of Lake Melax(sp?) so most likely this will be my last post until next Monday.