Who knew a day off could be so exhausting? I read for two hours today, then 3 hours of playing guitar and singing, and I'm smoked. Where's my bed?

So lately I've been noticing that I don't really have an opinion about much of anything, and it's bothering me. It's not that I have this urge to be following Fox New's ticker all of the sudden, it's more that I've noticed a personal apathy. When someone asks me how I'm doing, lately I haven't been able to give a good, honest answer. Sure, it is difficult to summarize your recent life into a few sentences, but I wonder "Do I actually know how I'm doing?" I don't mean to be melodramatic, it's just that recently I've found that question ("How are you?") to be a very simple question that demands a not-so-simple answer.

I've come to the conclusion that at times I've used my music as a form of escape: I get lost in the melodies and the message, and I don't think about anything else. I'm ready to start thinking. So I'm going to leave my TV off....except for the playoffs, and go on a musical diet (as opposed to a fast). You have to have SOME external stimulation afterall. I'm gonna replace that time with writing. I have several pieces of music that have been lacking lyrics for a while now, and maybe I need less noise around me to hear what going on inside.