Suckage.

I just love the fact that I suffer through major bouts of insomnia. I slept for more than five hours last night, so that of course means I'll be awake all night tonight. I laid down earlier but just sat there and said, "Fuck it. I got some inter-webbin' to do." I at least wished I live in a house, so I could vacuum.

Blah. Most everything is actually going pretty good now. If you'd like to know more details you'll have to call me. This thing is too public to discuss things of real personal nature. Or discover where I keep my super secret blog. Hint: You won't find it.

I've also been requested to dig out some of my old writings. All the things I used to write when I thought I could write. (The drogas had a lot to do with that.) I'll see what kind of drivel I used to write, and compare it to the drivel that I write now. At least my punctuation has gotten better. I finally know what a comma is. But I don't know how to use them right yet.

Oh yeah, I guess Iggy Pop is clean now. Never saw that one coming. I could have sworn he would have been the American version of Shane McGowan.


Two of the craziest fuckers on the planet. But, hella talented.

By the way, anyone who hasn't, check out Her Space Holiday. Manic Expressive is a brilliant album.

FIN