oh, ok.

i lived through the LA hostage crisis and over 100 hours of work last week. (oh how i love a great complaint…) and things are just getting curiouser and curiouser. i know i’ve said that here before, but its really true.

i am finding nourishment in the most unexpected (or maybe not) places, and the funny/sad part is that i didn’t even know i was starving to death.

if i were to write a teen pulp fiction novel, this would be the cover.

damn but today’s corner was a rough one. fucking firehose in the kindey from the get. i’m in LA. working. sounds cooler then it is. at the mercy of crazy people. i gotta get my driving together.

i do get to sleep on a circular bed…..if i can ever get to sleep, that is. one more hour? it’ll be 24 full circle wide awake. again.

zero to 60 then 110 and back again. when will i learn?

i wish i could have a lay down until the sting subsides. but i gotta keep walkin’ don’t i?

horribly human, but at least i admit it.