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

Okay, so the addition to the studio: perfect.  It was like a missing piece of the puzzle that I didn’t know was missing.  All right…now we’re cooking with gas.  Let’s put some books together.

N.P.: “Toccata – Carpimus Noctem” – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Well, the new studio was done…it was.  But I’ve decided to expand.  In order to accommodate client needs (it’s a whole thing, dear reader).  Anyway, things have gone from “incredibly cool” to “incredibly cool and professional.”  It’s all fancy.  My only issue is that it’s getting, if not functionally cramped, then aesthetically cramped, at least.  I can deal with it, but if any music television networks show up to profile the joint, I’m going to have to make some rearrangements.

N.P.: “Wicked As It Seems” – Keith Richards

I’m so compartmentalized, most of my days are spent in meetings with myself.  Seriously…it’s weird.  Still, the meetings are pretty interesting.  At least there’s that.

N.P.: “I’ve Been Around” – Marty Stuart