Bed 7am. Up 11am. Feel like shit, bed again. Up 2pm. Surely there’s a chorus there. All night writing. Not good for conducive social behaviour. Convince myself it’s really not that late. One day bleeding into the other. It’s OK to not know what day it is. Day numbers a relatively modern construct…
Youtoob surf amidst chaos. Drunken tears of joy…
Checkya later.
FO.
September 9th, 2011 on 11:08 am
geesh Marty thanks for the drunken flashback….. now I can’t get the damn song out of my head… took 6 months last time!
September 12th, 2011 on 5:50 am
Yes, t’was designed to help wind down after the session. It’s one of those toons which has the reverse effect. Fun times buddy.
M.