Earlier this week, I emptied my phone’s photo folder. I didn’t get the largest amount of storage space on my phone and I didn’t need a lot of those photos. While I was doing it, I noticed that I didn’t delete my photos from the Death Cab for Cutie concert I attended in October 2018. That is because I never got around to writing about it.
That is a little shocking to me.
I distinctly recall keeping track of the set list. I heard Ben Gibbard sing a lot of songs I’ve wanted to hear live and I would have died if Tiny Vessels was one of them. I didn’t put it on Facebook, so maybe it was on Twitter.
It’s proof that I did a bad job of keeping track of my live over the past year or so. The other proof was how far back I had to go back in October to get caught up to October. The only think I haven’t written about so far in 2019 is going to Shenandoah National Park about two weeks ago, but that’s not really worthy of a post. There also were some work-related things, but I’m not really talking about work here.
Other than that, two of my cousins died over the past few weeks, but writing about them didn’t seem appropriate.
Oh, and an old friend reconnected after a long time, flaked out on meeting up two times now and then went dark, so I don’t know what that’s all about. I’m assuming he’s going to ask me to join his multilevel marketing scheme at some point. Or is trying to establish an alibi.
But I digress.
Anyway, what I’m saying is that I’m trying to keep my word about being more punctual with what I’m doing. I’m partially doing it for my own sake. I like being able to go back to a random month and rediscovering what I did. I’m just not doing anything of blogging note lately.
I do have some updates from the Project 792 side of things, but I should have gone to bed an hour ago. But I got sucked into listening to Death Cab instead.