So this is Wednesday and what have you done?

"I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere"
~The Hold Steady

Not a grand deal, to be honest. But what I have done was to the soundtrack of "Boy and Girls in America" by The Hold Steady. It's easily the best album I downloaded during my emusic glut yesterday morning. The only reasonable way to describe it to you is by this metaphor:

You spend a night drinking with this guy you meet in a bar. Now he's dressed smart-shabby, open-necked shirt, nice suit and possibly a pair of cowboy boots, shaggy hair and a thousand-yard stare. Hes got a rosary chain around his wrist, but doesn't seem too hung up about it. He spends the night telling you about the things hes done and as the night progresses you realise that his look isn't one fashioned to be cool, it's just how he rolls. Some of the stories are balls to the wall, drink and drug fuelled white-knuckle rides, others are melancholy ballads to lost loves who took one to many or just fell by the wayside. He's got stories other people told him, but most of the time he's just telling how great his life has been. This is a man who drinks straight shots all night and tells you a story about how a couple met over oranges and cigarettes in a chillout tent. And makes it sound romantic.

Anyway, I think you should buy this album, because it is bloody brilliant. Here endeth the sermon.

Wednesday is a hump day. I don't know who first told me that, maybe you did? But they were right. Wednesday has little to recommend it. I woke up late, the water had been turned off for boiler maintenance, so no shower. Too much time was spent staring at a computer screen, trying to make sense of an assignment I am yet to start and had rather hoped to be stuck into by now. But analysing papers seems just too much like hard work right now.

I guess the main reason for my apathy right now is that I think that maybe I'm not as okay as I thought I was. I thought I'd cleared up all the residual shit about Michelle, and you know what? I don't think I'm done with it yet. I mean, I am in the sense that I don't want her in my life, nor do I blame myself for our relationship going south - though you don't have to be a psycho-analyst to see something wasn't right. I just feel the hole in my life where she once resided. It is almost tangible. I'm being not all emo here, hell I don't want this shit right as I am busy. It can wait. But I don't think it will, which is a pain. I've got over all the stuff that reminds me of her, I don't feel anything towards her, not even hate. And this is where I should be I think.

*sigh*

Still, it's not like I'm stuck for things to do if I want to keep busy, right?

The Hold Steady - Stuck between stations (Live on "The Current")