These 17-hour days are getting to be a bit much.  Perhaps things will ease up in November.  Or maybe by Christmas.

It’s not really the time or physical exhaustion that bothers me.  It’s how much disparate stuff is on my mind all the time.  All the time.  It’s like as soon as I wake up, some pressing business or decision I have to make or thing I need to deal with pounces on my brain, followed immediately by two more.  And there those things sit, all day, all week, all month…however long it takes to deal with each of them.  How the fuck can I be expected to compose beautiful verse when I’m I’m trying to remember when the property tax is due?  Dire times, dear reader, dire times.  But we shall persevere, shall we not?  Goddamn right we will.  What the hell else is there to do?

N.P.: “Scherben bringen Gluck” – Megaherz