
I was only kidding the other day. Or I changed my mind. Today is Monday. AGAIN. And tomorrow morning I have to go away. AGAIN. But I'll come back later this week. And then I'll go away again. AGAIN. So I'll probably not blog as much this week as I've promised you I might do in the future except I never did before so why would you believe me now. BUT. If I can get to a computer I MIGHT blog. But then again, I might not. This is all a game to me. Not really. I'm fighting for my life. Not really. The last three or four days, I've been... I don't know, consumed by Angst, I guess. I was fine for ahile, but now I'm starting to wonder WHY THE FUCK, and HOW MUCH IS, and similar questions that only really make sense to me and no one else. Probably I've been working too hard, and we all know work is for SHITBAGS.
I spent the weekend in good old Lickpig, the town where I wasn't born. I didn't have time to do as much as I'd planned, but I bought a shitload of shit (more than I could comfortably carry in my SHITBAG), and got my hair cut (SEVERELY), and had a few beers with Jenny Brain, and then listened to the mostly boring record collections of a bunch of Sam's People. And then I tried to write, but I wrote SHIT. And then I went back home, and it was shit as well.
Possible title for my forthcoming autobiography: I scratched out my eyes to get to the shit inside.
Anybody seen this film? Is it any good?