long day

my soul is restless. it would make me feel better if i thought i had an audience. at the moment i can think of two people that might possibly read this, both of whom i know personally. since i cannot enjoy the anonymity of a crowd, the sterility of typing into this little box will have to make do. it feels like a bit like a private journal; a journal that, technically speaking, could be peeked into by a significant percentage of humanity.

why do i write today? because i can. i am at work, and not quite ready to start the day yet. the interesting part is that it feels a bit like the afternoon. i was up all night because i "accidentally" smoked speed instead of pot. i then proceeded to tweek out and pick up all the trash in a very very very very trash ridden recording studio. two and one-half trash barrels. after that, i had not the foresight to just go home and leave my kind friends alone like i should have. my tweaked-out mind could not concieve of going home. though i did have a vague understanding that there was something significant to be done, this only proved to keep me exactly where i was, wondering.

the solution?

wander around the studio until 6:30 am, unwittingly forcing elizabeth to politely stay awake and keep me company. wonderful. now i am at work and not sure if today will be incredibly productive or incredibly normal. thank you.