Two months.

It's okay to exhale now.

Later this week

A new post coming. Soon. Maybe.
Don't carve out any time. It's Thursday already. So, maybe 2011. Spring.

Insomnia

In the time that it takes me to smoke this cigarette, I hope that i am tired enough to push down the insomnia rebellion that has lasted the last two weeks. I have not seen a night's sleep outlast the three hour mark for just over two weeks. The bed calls, but dream never picks up the phone, K has put his psychic thing on caller ID, and Squish's number is blocked.

Just ate a two day old hamburger that I found on the coffee table, buried under a stack of newspapers.

Where does the time go and why do I bother

Yes, every once in a great while I pop back into this thing to dust, shake out the rugs and turn the lights on and off (I guess it prevents burglars, though I should cancel the newspaper subscription as well, since the mound of unread New York Times probably suggests that the Complex has been left unattended and therefore easy pickin's for anyone who wants vats of cold cream and semi-inflated/deflated balloon dachsunds).

I just added mobile blogging capabilities to the phone. This should come in handy, and I should post more regularly.

who the hell am I kidding? I never remember to plug the damn phone in and the battery is always dead from accepting midnight Tweets from Warren Ellis, Barack Obama and Ashton Kutcher.

Mr. Toot

Cheers!

Bored, bored, board

Forgot this was here.

More later, once I remember how to type. Mavis Beacon, anyone?