Why is it that one crappy day can just bury you in black rain clouds? I wonder what would happen if I didn't take pride in what I do for a living? What if I could give a sh!t? Then what?
I wish others could appreciate what I do...
Anyway, in the words of Bob Marley, " One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."
Tomorrow is another day and I am bigger than what I'm feeling.