August 28, 2004
8:36 AM

I can't sleep. I've been tossing all night starting at 4 AM and your guess is as good as mine if I even slept a wink. I must have, but it sure feels differently. I'm completely exhausted beyond belief. My mind is overloaded with thoughts and my heart is wondering what the hell I should be doing next.

Had a great show last night in LA, but at the same time I just don't feel any passion about the performance. I can't get in a proper state of mind. It's killing me. It's something that's unexplainable. When I talk to people about my insecurities I really don't know what to say. I'm just in a funk.

Music is supposed to be uplifting, but it seems that I've trickled into this downward spiral of depression due to music. It should be the opposite. My my my... This is problematic. Things can be so much worse, it's trivial that I even mention this stuff. Ok, no more bitchin.

On to excitement. I'm currently in Santa Monica. I fly back to San Jose in 3 hours. Hopefully I'll be able to take a short nap and then a train ride to San Francisco will put me at the CURE show where my friends in Cursive will be rocking the second stage. How exciting. Can't wait to see their smiling faces. mmmmmmmmmm........

Peace, mike park