Realization

There are too many books in the world that I desperately want to read. This thought is at once both depressing and exciting. I'll mention nothing of the multitude of fandoms that I wish to devote my energy and time to. Can I just sit at home all day and immerse myself in make-believe?

When I say it like that, it hardly seems healthy.

My (Imaginary) Band

If I were to start a band (haha), then I would call it Lonelyland. Only because in "2002" (the song) Bob Schenider says:

The year is 2002
I'm doing exactly what I wanted to
Baby, I don't even think about you anymore
Just thought I'd drop you a line
And let you know I was doing fine
'Cause baby it's been a long, long time since you walked out my door

It took me some time, I must confess
For a while there I was feeling less than my best
Had to get out of town so I head out west, ended up in Seatle
I thought I'd start a brand new band
Thought I might call it Lonelyland