In love.

I've come to the realization that I am, in fact, in love. And no, it's not what you think. I'm in love with music... I find myself looking forward to train rides just so I can plug in my earphones for that half hour morning and evening music love making session, driving the long route home so I can have more time with my car stereo, becoming socially inept with my family because I'd rather sit in my room listening to my ipod than ramble to them. I take my ipod with me everywhere just in case there's a chance I can listen to it. It's got to the point where I'm losing sleep over it, no seriously, I try not to fall asleep until after I listen to that song, no wait, this one... stay.. awake.. one more....

I'm not even sure my stream of consciousness involves words anymore, just tunes and melodies.. and if there are words, they're not mine.

All signs of an addiction... is there a music addict anonymous group? But baby, if love is wrong then I don't want to be right.