yes sir, just another night on the hormone wagon, that was FUN! i wanna go again! if only that rollercoaster was as good as the minebuster then i wouldn't want to throw myself off a bridge. wow. and then of course the bright idea to open the bottle of wine and that just went downhill... it was one of those mornings where the alarm clock went off, 'cause the little 'z' was flashing, but i didn't hear it, and somehow it had already been snoozed. snooze-button hitting ghosts up in my room, i tell ya whut.

in other news, i am getting some bristol creme tonight and indulging myself in the art of painting some sort of something on my closet door. it will be grand, some sort of starburst... something entirely frivolous to offset all of the productivity and marketing i have to do elsewhere. a night of nothing but me and my whack brain.

every now and then i have attacks of ("their") conscience where i think i should be doing more with my life, or i think i should have more at this point, or that some sort of love of my life would make me feel better or what the fuck ever, but then i come to my senses... usually after some wine and a good sob session, realizing that i like my life. i like having leisure time and to busy all the time would make me unhappy.

what makes me happy is people, sunshine, outdoors, travelling, and creating... otherwise you can keeps it, precious.

out.