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So I'm a complete fucking burnout......or thats the way I feel right about now...sore and tired, hacking up a goddamn lung....I shouldn't bitch so much though......I've had one hell of a good week....despite this whole "work" business that keeps getting in the way. *I'm laughing to myself*

I know I haven't been updating as much recently, so let me shed some light on my recent misadventures:

These past few weeks have been incredibly surreal, but fairly stressful at the same time. First of all, I've got a nasty bug making me cough like I've come down w/blacklung -you'd think I was digging for coal in the bottom of some mine shaft w/a canary singing my demise if you could stand to listen to me for a few minutes. That said....

The stressful shit has involved normal work BS...the same shit I've been dealing w/since before my tonsilectomy, and then some more heaping spoonfuls piles on top of it. The pay is good.....however I long to escape the doldrums of cubicle sterility.....one day -sigh-

The flip side to that would be I got an email from the Agora Gallery in SoHo NYC wanting to represent my work at an exhibition in December....this made my fucking day until I was reading through the gallery contract and found the fees they ask for a 1 year representation to be in the range of $3000, paid up front at signing of the contract. Granted, this is for a full year of representation at a well known gallery in one of the largest art districts in the world, with magazine and newsletter circulation, and an advertising budget.. How the fuck I could get this kind of loot together in the 10 days is another story. I have until May 28th. I also need to read the contract through a little better as this was info I obtained giving it the customary once over....maybe there is other opportunites for less of a commitment. You know I'm gonna be studying into this more in depth. It would kill me to miss out on an opportunity to start doing artwork for a living....I mean, I just absolutey love working in a big ass corporate building confined to a standardized drab gray desk in a 6x6 square of cubicle glory. I would never want to leave that.....

So far as everything else in my life is concerned- there's certain aspects of it that are turning out far better than I could have imagined. I'm in love with my girl..and not afraid to say it. One of the reasons I've been sort of MIA lately is I've been spending alot of quality time with someone that is nothing short of amazing. Everytime we hang out it just serves to verify how much I care about her. And there's something to be said for how well we, er, interact....nobody has ever grasped the rhythms better. . "We're fucking to end world hunger, and there's alot of starving people out there."

So last night me and the kittie went out to Joe's Crab Shack, and I was fucking out of it...all thanks to the overdosage of cough syrup I had injested. I could barely function on a 3rd grade level. Completely by accident...No seriously....completely by accident. (not that I haven't injested entirely too much medication before on purpose)
"Remeber kids- if you really want to trip balls, you got to take the DM"
The food at the crab shack was fucking awesome...and granted it was appropriate that we were eating seafood while I actually felt like I was sailing, even though we were seated comfortably in a booth. Afterwards we went to Barnes & Nobles and I purchased a bad-ass rock poster book that Ms. Meow had located.Well worth the $$$. We finished out our little date eating Snicker's cheesecake to the soothing sights and sounds of The Punisher getting his ass stomped by a crazy Russian...good stuff. Today I returned from work with a very special lipstick print waitng for me on a handwritten note....which I can guarantee will be with me forever....

I had some good times this past weekend getting drunk for the Punk Nite show (which I did somehow manage to disappear from yet again, except this time I know exactly where I went and what I was doing....its called being drunk and talking on the phone and passing out in my truck) Earlier in the evening I was a little more lively, managing to drink some shots of Jager, Jack, and several Rolling Rocks. I got hooked up with some Jager gear. I got a little rowdy in the crowd during the Vexed and Legbone sets. I spit beer, stumbled drunkenly, and generally helped make the crowd particpation a little more lively. I even got pulled over by the cops immediately after leaving the bar for making a U-turn. Big fucking deal. When the cop asked me if I had been drinking, I told him I had a couple of drinks earlier. He took my ID, went to his cruiser, and came back within just a minute or two, with nothing but a "Don't do it again" . I soon got lost in Troy and wound up at an abondoned gas station waiting for Shabbydo to come guide me back to the motel.....strange, because it was a total incident of deja-vu where I had seen that whole episode of waiting at the gas station in a dream a few years back. Never fails to freak me out. By the time I got to the party, I was starting to slow down, though. Anticipation of seeing my girl the following day had made me a little less talkative and more concerned with going somewhere private to see how she was doing several thousand miles away in Las Vegas. I retired to my truck without saying a word to anyone and talked to her on the phone until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer- the whiskey had finally taken hold.