More thinking

I'm getting a bit ratty with the thought that I will need to get my keyboard in a minute. The thing is getting a right cunt to carry, where it's so heavy, but I don't mind moving it nearly as much as I did. I'm starting to feel a bit more focused now that my appointment is in sight. I'm also starting to feel that my music is being appreciated more. Also the ghosts that were always around me have started to lose their menace. They are still there alright, but not quite so close by.