I strongly dislike

my time being wasted.

When I am stuck waiting somewhere with nothing productive to do, and I have things I should be getting done.

(Note: I'm certainly not anti "being lazy" when there is nothing to do,

but during the school year, I can ALWAYS be doing something.)

So tonight, much of my time was wasted.

And I was frustrated from earlier happenings.

And I had no control over the situation.

And it would have been rude for me to leave.

This was a musical situation, so I found myself dancing all over. I had to express something or I would get really upset.

And then, I felt it:

I felt the need to sing.

Not because I love to sing:

because I nEEDed to sing.

I had pent up energy and creativity.

I could do nothing else. I wanted to let it out.

I felt the blues. I felt the minor.

I wanted to write a song.

I wanted to write a song.

I wanted, to write a song.