looking back last three weeks, and new year

i thought i would totally be able to come up to new jersey at once and start half-ass producing a final paper of mine due next monday. (of course) i am totally out of it and my brain is completely chumped. it's not nostalgia that's bothering me. what happened?

i took a glimpse at stpete through a perspective of my dear friend. crazy, dumb, sweet, faded purple, and that "lost" feeling, at least for me. in dirty americana.. at the same time, i have this feeling that i won't be back to st. pete for awhile. i dont know what it is, but i have a quite mixed feeling (read, bipolar) about pretty much every "stpete".

on other hand, i've never made a new year resolution. at least one that really counts to and for myself. here - i am going to collect a few songs i've written in the past and make a cd. now im in a desperate need to get back to my guitar. 4 years of rest. i don't know if this is "feasible".

i don't know if anything is "feasible" anymore.