You are cold. It's 60 degrees in your apartment because your heater broke down a couple years ago and you haven't felt like having maintenance come in to fix it, relying instead on turning on your oven and leaving it's door open - it's like an electric fire place - hmmm smores sound good all of a sudden.
It's okay because Jack and Tyler are here to keep you company, along Queen Puscifer. You are disappointed in yourself though. You had a lot to do today and you only got half done. You were and are tired and the time just kept slipping by. You were up too late last night and you woke up an hour and a half early due to the insane wind from the front. You have got to make yourself take a shower and go to bed...but goddamm it is so effing cold.
How about them Egyptions? You love seeing their spirit, and the US administration squirm and pussy foot around the sitution. But there's still a long way to go. They all still believe in the same format; they don't recognize that the system itself is conducive to the tyranny they are protesting against.
You're not going to get to work on Enrod The Clockman until the weekend. There's just not enough time, but you like it this way. You just need to get your sleep and minimize your time on the effing internet.
You heard an interview with the Black Keys yesterday on Fresh Air, and they talked about how they canceled/postponed a tour because they knew they were about to have a break down from constantly working. You want that. You want to be in a state where you are constantly working on what you do to the point that you have to force yourself to take a break. That is the only situation that you currently can imagine yourself feeling deserving of a break. That would be fulfillment.
"Serious venus and the lunar child, giggle and the flames go higher..."
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