Angst

I've written two small pieces for classical guitar this week. I wonder if this is the beginning of another creative streak. I've been devoid of any inspiration for many months now. Now that I'm finally skilled enough to start exploring the range of my guitar I can start writing again. I'm also thinking about writing something for piano as well. I will be house sitting next weekend and there is a piano there. Perhaps I could record something while I'm there. I prefer to be musically inspired than to sit there and have only garbage come out of my pencil. Anyway, I had a successful phone interview today for another computer job. Don't know if I'll get a real interview or not, but at least I didn't fuck up and accidentally swear or anything like that, so kudos to me. I'm not sure why I have such an aversion towards working lately. I feel so much more excited about sitting at home and wallowing than to actually try and earn money. I wish I could live without money. I'm so disillusioned. There is nothing that I want. Nothing that I need. Why should I have to agree to exist in the burdens of an affluent world. I'd be happy eating pine cones all day if I could just be warm and safe and not have to pay whopping amounts of rent. The only reason I spend money is just to get rid of it. If I did not have any I wouldn't even care about buying that exotic piece of fruit. I don't even need to drive anywhere, but I do because I have the money to occasionally buy gas. Anyways, enough of that. I made Clafoutis. It is a french pastry involving cherries. Go here for the recipe clafoutis recipe. It makes a splendid breakfast treat or late night snack. Excellent on its own, but can easily be made sweeter if topped with honey or maple syrup depending on your mood.