the humdrum of winter keeps me awake, though it should bore me to sleep. i like to listen to the radio in the dark and think about all the things i might be doing instead of rearranging my resources.

telephones. carrying cases. musical instruments.

(to those of you i haven't seen in a while, i am sorry. i haven't been myself as of late. i haven't forgotten you. please accept my apology.)

weekends are becoming hectic, i feel like there is no break inbetween. it's the proverbial "crunch time" and i am being compressed into an easily transported device.
i have to speak to alex about the whole parkside show. i'd like to enter one of my gigantic scupltures. perhaps i should make a new one.. pick up the wire from bens house and give the paper mache goo a try. i bet i could make something beautiful, even. perhaps i'll cover someone in it.