i am so ultrabored. i dotn want to move. get my new cd out of my car. write music. nothing. i am just bored. or layed out. or strectched out. something. not good. im not liking it. its grey outside and i am feeling it creep into my eyes. i wish the sun would shine. i wish we wouldnt meet like this. i wish minor keys didnt echo in my head when i see the back of yours. haunted by quiet ghosts. cant call the exorcist. too bored.