Hmmm, how about a redbull?

Okay cockholes my computer is fucked to all hell.

He is having second, third even, thoughts about functioning. My ability to do shit, including write, much less post online, is null and void. That being said, I organized my closet this morning. Who knew how many socks one can sort in 45 minutes? not me.

So this is me now, here,on my stolen-back old computer which I gave mostly away but still have secret access to late at night when no one is watching and my tummy is full of apricots, avocados, and toast.

No computer and worked my third, no fourth twelve hour day this week. Beat to shit yet don't really really want to go to bed because then tomorrow will start and I am dreading a little bit the day before it starts.

Yet, there is a case of sugar free redbull and a case of sugar free rockstar in the barn to get me through to sunday.

Consider this a scenic update. I can't do much (semi-colon) I am tied to the farm. My phone works better than email these days (colon) Find me. I'll try my best to get back here or there or maybe you can show up and bring me an iced latte and a cupcake and leave before I have a chance to say hello, but know that somewhere in all of that we walk not quite alone, even though I saw you see me and we forgot that there is more than enough to go around and got selfish and the world, for an instant contracted against us before bursting, it was beautiful, but not quite as beautiful as the hour before sunset here in this valley when everything is gold and thick air holds my body to the wind and forgotten against all of that is the pitter of my head-rush dissolving my body.

I am hard to miss.