Drums Pt III

So, day three is just as good as any to have a meltown, right?

I spent most of the day practicing, and sweet baby Jesus, it felt great.

Emiliano and I, ready to take on the day...

By 6pm or so, I was getting tired and I thought, hey! I will take a shower, get nice and relaxed, make a cuppa, and chill out before I make dinner.

Next thing I know, I'm literally naked on the bathroom floor crying and yelling. This goes on for about 2 hours.

Something about the isolation, the quiet, and the free time allowed for some introspection and suddenly I got hit with a sadness and loneliness like I'd never felt before. And there was nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just be there in the middle of it. I miss Sandra so so so much.

Afterward I felt exhausted and sick, and luckily I didn't puke but I sure had a couple moments. I spent the next day (Friday) in bed ALL day, sleeping. I didn't eat anything at all.
By about 10pm I mustered up the energy to practice until about midnight. And here I am, recounting the tales. Here's to another day tomorrow. Goodnight!