Block

I'm been having a bit of writer's block lately. Could be that my 9-5 job drags all creativity through its monotony. When I leave from work, I'm basically sapped; a wet paper bag.
Could also be that I'm dragged in a few different ways, considering that my bro moved to the area, that my parents will soon leave, and that a new roommate is leaving and a new is moving in. I can't seem to concentrate on anything, and what I do concentrate on isn't all that interesting, much less funny.
I just learned that I'm going to a Sting/Annie Lennox concert with my roommate that I do not recall ever talking about. I probably did, and I may even have been excited about it at one point. But it's Sting?! How did I think that was a good idea?
I'm looking forward to the new Cure album coming out June 29. They'll also be coming to the Jersey area early August, so I may pluck down some cash for that. One thing I wonder...Morrissey is coming out with an album, and he's getting all sorts of coverage, yet the Cure maybe get a few lines somewhere. How is this possible?
S. has most likely come back from Bonnaroo in Tenn., so I will have to ask her how it was when I go to work on Sunday. I would love to have gone...I wish something like that was around when I was in school. Now, I don't know how patient I'd be hanging out for three days and nights in the heat and the rain and the mud with crunchy hippies. But the camping would have been fun, and the line up they had was impressive. The thing is, I'd rather be on the stage making the music rather than listening in a crowd.