it's been a week of 12 hr days. worked last monday, which was a holiday, and probably have to put in some hrs this weekend. i'm so exhausted i can hardly stay awake. so mr. girdler will have to wait until i'm better rested. i'm usually such a lazy sumbitch that i require 12 hrs of sleep and have to have somebody hold my mouth open so i can eat.

in the meantime, if you like poetry than click on the recent Mipoesias guest ed. by Tom Beckett. it's a'brimming with a some really fucking good poets. i got a few in there too. stop by, stay awhile, put them dogs up and read, read.

comment vivre sans inconnu devant soi?
Rene Char