Melded Issues :: Time to get up off the Floor

If I wasn't so tired all the time. I'd really have some great things to post here. This last month or so has been a whirlwind. I don't think I ever stopped working except when I was forced to go to sleep. Geez, I wish there were either more hours in a day or I had a better body. Since I am not getting either, I have to do the best with what I've got.

I don't know where to begin. It's incredibly strange to be having a career moment almost immediately after having such a horrible low only two or three months ago. I've gone from almost drowning in misery to being overcome with kindness. If I hadn't been so deathly ill I probably would have appreciated that more. That all goes back to the lack of time and better body issues.

The crew is pretty damn amazing on this show. All incredibly talented in their own rights. Tonight, if I can ever get my ass up off the floor, I am supposed to go over to the Parkside to see Issac's band. They're called the Crosstops. He describes it as Truckin' Punk I think. Currently, I feel as though the floor, time, and my body has stopped and melded into one entity. This going out is going to be difficult.