So many days begin with so much potential, and then just go right into the toilet due to Life and all its associated bullshit.
Some days I feel that I may never not feel completed exhausted again.
But crack on we shall.
N.P.: “Waiting on a War” – Foo Fighters
Whoa…I almost collapsed in exhaustion without wishing you goodnight, dear reader:
Goodnight, dear reader.
N.P.: “Sweet Jane” – Lou Reed
“Now is my time. Everything I’ve done up to this point is just a warm up. This is where it all begins.”
~ Rick James
The NyQuil did the trick. The NyQuil always does the trick. Despite being better rested, today was regrettably predictable and unremarkable. Tomorrow there will be games.
N.P.: “The Hearts Filthy Lesson – Trent Reznor Alternative Mix” – David Bowie
Still haven’t slept, dear reader, and I feel like hell, Deploying NyQuil.
N.P.: “Heldmaschine” – Volkerball
It was a dark and stormy night. Today was disrupted. But for a worthy cause. Haven’t slept in a while. That should probably happen.
N.P.: “Country Boy (Sonny J Remix)” – Johnny Cash
Things started off well enough today, all cold and gray and rainy. But by mid-morning, the sun had come out and was in full effect, and that just ruined everything. I wrote a couple thousand words, though. So there’s that.
N.P.: “God Save The Queen” – Motorhead
Not bad, dear reader…today was not bad. It wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t bad. Reasonably productive. Still working my way through software tutorials for the new studio. Also, it’s finally starting to feel like winter outside.
N.P. “Times Like These” – Glen Campbell, Howard Willing
Today was an unfocused mess with far too many errands. Very frustrating.
N.P.: “Alone Again Or” – The Damned
I felt good about today, dear reader. I was able to obtain whiskey, ammunition, and a haircut. Tonight is for writing and fire.
N.P.: “Lost (My Guardian)” – Ken Hensley
Today felt like I worked a lot without actually getting anything done. Which is, it should come as no surprise to you, attractive reader, quite frustrating. Alas. Forsooth! But tomorrow is another day. And it will be raining.
Things are already looking up.
N.P.: “Tryin’ To Get To Heaven” – David Bowie