However, the spirit of Brian Wilson seems to have taken up residence within me today, minus the creative genius. So really just the spirit of some non-Beach-Boy antisocial dude in an existential funk who wants to stay locked in his room all day. Plus I seriously doubt Brian Wilson ever spent an entire day in his Lady and the Tramp pajamas. Assuming he had Lady and the Tramp pajamas, which I kind of doubt.
Everything just seems sort of at a professional and personal standstill for me, and for anyone who knows me, standing still is the one activity I cannot tolerate with any kind of real or pretended grace. I'm restless, anxious, and twitchier than a ferret on meth. Maybe time to lay off the caffeine as I battle my other addictions. In other words, I really need something new to happen. I need a pleasant surprise of some kind, an upswing of the ol' cosmic pendulum. The grandfather clock in the living room at my parents' house has an unfortunate tendency to arbitrarily stop mid-day, but it still continues to bong at periodic intervals even when the clock is no longer ticking and the pendulum is no longer swinging. I feel like this is the story of my life somehow. There's a metaphor in there somewhere I'm too tired to unpack.
I'll make it. Somehow.
I'll leave you with these parting words of wisdom for the day:
"Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believed that something inside them was superior to circumstance." -Bruce Barton
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