Everyone’s off to Invesco to watch the coronation, and I’m in the office listing to Xiu Xiu’s cover of Ceremony because it’s the only song I can find that’s fucking loud enough and fucking fast enough, and has the right kick drum and the correct fucking tom fill. The keyboard and vocals are piercing into my brain, which is welcome jolt because lately all it’s felt is mushy. Heaven knows it’s got to be this time.
I’m on my third cup of coffee today, which exactly matches the number of hours of sleep I got last night. But, on the upside of that I dreamed of three dimensional object that needed to fit together in certain ways, but wouldn’t so the dream played on a loop the entire time I was asleep. I must’ve seen it twenty times.
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought of a character for a book. His name is Ethan Mustard, and he’s in the military, but keeps refusing promotion because he doesn’t want to be saddles as Colonel Mustard. He retires and buys a dairy farm.
Fuck it. Enjoy.
August 28, 2008 at 3:55 pm |
My we’re bunches of fun today. Have you been in the Big Tent? Have you gone and fucked with the Republican ‘war room’ yet?
Any fun whatsoever?