the bastard is so tired. i was just discussing the issue with left hand rob and the entire time he was speaking, i was doing the robot.
been up since 6. left work last night at nine. was up at 6 yesterday too. this is the way it is curing the busy time. seems like the most overwhelming shit in the world until you get a handle on it. the creative part is almost done. then i can get on with the robotic act of trafficking this crap. oh well, i can sleep when i'm dead.
POSTSCRIPT or rather PRESCRIPT: i was listening to the ipod on the train this morning and "lucky man" by the verve came on. for a second, all of the clarity in the world came over me. i am a lucky man.