Never get old if you don’t have to. I suppose there are some perks, like race cars and owning mattresses with springs, but for the most part you become like a reverse-gremlin: Try to do anything after midnight and you change into a tiny, mewling critter about the size of a shoebox. The best you can do is hum songs in a high, infantile pitch and google your eyes around in a way that might be cute, and might indicate that you’ve got a serious problem in your brain.
I have some kind of summertime flu that, among the standard joys, also makes it feel like I’ve had marbles tamped into my ear canals. It’s super for productivity and my general charm, let me tell you! I suppose I’ll have to suck it up however, since Dana and I had a pretty cool opportunity fall into our lap this week. It’s somewhat time-sensitive, so I’m not sure what this means for fixing the site, though I suppose it’s possible I’ll be able to get to both this weekend. I guess all that’s left to do is see where marble-ears and creative willpower decide to take us.
“Black Tamborine” –Beck