Contemplating going to see Immortal tonight. I have to work at six tomorrow though. Decisions Decisions.
In just over a week I will go to my first concert since moving to california. going to see bad religion at the house of blues on the tenth. Cant wait.
The clock says 4:34 but I know its a lie. I do not like to set clocks to the right time, or at least the generally conferred right time as perceived and agreed upon by others. But more troubling than the display is the alarm, which I know will go off in about an hour and a half, with the intention of waking me for work. It will fail. I do not sleep enough to be human, and perhaps I do not feel human enough to sleep much. Any way around, its a peaceful morning in the far too early hours of life. This will surely complicate my evening.
Risen for work... Left there at midnight have to be back there at six... its brutal and I am so very tired. 
Apparently my membership is up like today or something. I am going to wait til I have the extra time and cash to renew. Talk to you all down the road...
Have you ever wanted something so much it occupied your every thought?
So now lets suppose this want has your head spinning and your heart skipping, has you short of breath and feeling helpless.
You feel like a junkie dying for a fix.
And the needle is right there in front of you, would be so easy to pick up and would make you soar the heavens, and you know that it would last forever, that perfect fix that would be so much better than any other. Its so close, its just begging you to pick it up.
But that needle belongs to someone you respect and admire, and you know that if you took his fix he would just die from the loss.
And to further complicate it, you already have your own stash, which has been relatively pleasant and kept you going, and the first time it didnt get you where you wanted to be was the night before that other fix offered itself to you.
Now you are this raving junkie, you dont want your needle anymore and it still wants to be in your arm and be the high of your days, and you feel like shit about not wanting it.
Hah hah, life is fucking beautiful.
Agent.
So now lets suppose this want has your head spinning and your heart skipping, has you short of breath and feeling helpless.
You feel like a junkie dying for a fix.
And the needle is right there in front of you, would be so easy to pick up and would make you soar the heavens, and you know that it would last forever, that perfect fix that would be so much better than any other. Its so close, its just begging you to pick it up.
But that needle belongs to someone you respect and admire, and you know that if you took his fix he would just die from the loss.
And to further complicate it, you already have your own stash, which has been relatively pleasant and kept you going, and the first time it didnt get you where you wanted to be was the night before that other fix offered itself to you.
Now you are this raving junkie, you dont want your needle anymore and it still wants to be in your arm and be the high of your days, and you feel like shit about not wanting it.
Hah hah, life is fucking beautiful.
Agent.
Today is my birthday, and I am thoroughly enjoying it. Party tomorrow night, I imagine thats going to hurt.
