The weather outside is frightful.
No really frightful.
Six degrees or something equally stupid, I woke up at 3am to a freezing cold and empty bed, worked on the blog for a coupla hours, went back to sleep, woke up again and it was just as cold.
I hate Monday mornings. I just wanna sleep and sleep and sleep. In the middle of July it is too cold to do anything but sleep. Fucking five hours of light a day. Manic depression. It is so cold I don’t wanna go to work (which figures) or to a concert (which doesn’t figure at all).
Slowly recovering from the Jets loss… did I mention Ramona are in town? They are in the studio as we speak!!! Poor Karen is freezing!!!
I can’t express how much I wish I was at home… “if I had wings and I could fly I know where I would go…”
Speaking of Dylan: didja ever notice this:
Dylan: “I’m going back to New York City, I do believe I’ve had enough.”
Stickles: “I’m going back to New Jersey, I do believe they’ve had enough of me.”
I hate January!!!