Damnit. It's almost ten and I haven't written anything. There aren't enough hours in the day to accomplish everything I'd like to get done.
Tomorrow hasn't yet begun but it's already gone; work all day, a hurried ride home and then two shows - Jeff Tweedy followed by Sasha. I fear I may be awake for 24 hours tomorrow after all is said and done.
I'm a rushing octopus spinning eight plates on tired tentacles.
No rest for the wicked.
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