By a snick or a tick.

I have no idea how I made through yesterday.

I have almost reached a Lebowski Plateau of insomnia-induced awakeness.

The dreamworld is starting to meld with the waking world and shit is weird.

Like throwing roofs off of a roof.

And little metal people not sharing their coddamn pillow with an obviously sleep-deprived dude…

I don’t know if it’s just sleepy brain or if I’d normally think this was a good idea, but I kinda wanna paste trashy porn pages into those books the wee metal folk are holding down by the river.

Something from Beaver Hunt or Juggs.

You’re welcome.

I mean, I obviously am not going to destroy a perfectly classic porno mag for a little defacing of public art.

But if someone else wants to, I mean, that’s their business.

I don’t have a whole lot on the books today.

I need to shower and eat some stuff and drink some stuff.

Maybe hang a little art for a client.

Maybe work on the veranda roof.

I might just eat an Ambien and sleep for two days.

Who knows?

See ya’ tomorrow. If I’m not sleeping, that is.

More soon. ~SC