Bed Monk

It's been a long weekend, and I don't mean that in the sense that it was time off. I've been stuck up in this house for what seems like ages, and in between dreams of blind porn stars, I've been trying to do things to pass the time.

The end result: A house that's probably never looked so clean, in terms of dishes and floors. Four pages of writing. Two old games installed on this new computer. Several possible tracks for guitar, but since we didn't get together tonight, I should probably write them down before I forget them over the course of the week.

Yes, I bailed tonight. The roads were shit. The weather was shit. I felt like shit. Getting groceries felt like a trip to the moon without an oxygen tank. My morning exercises felt like I had lead weights for ribs. It feels like somebody's taken a mineshaft drill and put it through where my heart used to be, although rumour is, that's what it feels like after an adrenalin surge. Of course, I'm wondering what could possibly get me riled up enough in this remote corner of the universe to require so much as a drop of adrenalin?

Your guess is as good as mine.
And now, at long last.



The return of the photos. Or rather, photo illustrations for now.
KAAAAAAAAAAAHN!