I have not been this ill in years. The body naturally rejects what's not good for it, and mine made it clear last night that there was a very not-good thing in my system. Around 2 AM I finally began to feel well enough to get up off the bathroom floor and go to bed.

This physical ailment is the cap on a long week of discouragement and hard thoughts about life in general, including music. And I don't think it's a bad thing - it's a call to look at what I'm doing, define my direction better, prune back the spots that are growing rampant - it's just a hard place to be by yourself.