it tastes like ashes~

I'm being eaten away by moroseness atm, but the moroseness is interspersed with anger at myself for my l0ser ways, so for every woe is me, there's an accompanying eye-roll. It makes for comical facial expressions when I'm looking in the mirror while brushing my teeth.

There's this chapter on Tchaikovsky in this ballet book I bought and according to it, one of his friends, Herman Laroche, said "Tchaikovsky could not stand realism in ballet."

It reminded me of something Barbra Streisand said in this - http://youtu.be/8WrBwHpj9aY - video.

"I just enever liked reality. I thought it sucked, y'know."

I lead a creative reality-deniers appreciation life.