i'm feeling more barfy than usual just now.
waiting for the moment the doubleday hangover will be devoured by a delicious grilled cheese. tomorrow we are playing the showbox and i am buying my own car insurance. what is this life i am leading? i've no idea.
ready for a new plane of existence. tired of this one. it is time for something far more fruitful and confusing and cabin pressured. this dream will shoot up like a rocket junky, straight into space, fast as light, with no care for consequences. it will be interesting to see how it all pans out, if the passengers can keep it together. if any of them will faint upon reaching the atmosphere.
bring it on gc, for i am starving