brain tired, must sleep

I just finished setting up all of the tracks of my solo record for mixing. Now they are ready to be mixed, which hopefully should not take long. I am very excited about this moment. For a time it seemed like it would never come, but now it is here and I am so happy I will do the dance of joy! Just kidding, I will dance later when my brain is not so tired from working and thinking. I decided to keep going with this whole "human being" thing to try and make a simple life for myself. Never did I ever expect to be keeping track of which synth is plugged into which auxiliary input. AAHHH! I knew I should have become a grizzly bear in the wilds of Alaska when that guy gave me the chance. He won't be back around to this part of the galaxy until well after I'm dead. Maybe I should have taken the immortal ball of gas option instead? Oh well, I've got my towel and am ready to travel the universe, no matter what it may throw at me from the mind of Douglas Adams. I've read up and am prepared for whatever comes my way. Unless it involves a drain clogged with hair. That's gross. Or the sound of cardboard rubbing against cardboard. That kills me every time. Ew, gross. Maybe one day I will get around to writing that song.


Two men enter...One man leaves crying for mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It was two o'clock in the morning. That's AM to you abbreviation folk. It was cloudy and hazy with dust in the air all at the same time. That's when HE walked up to me. The man who knew too much and nothing at all. The man who saw it all from the beginning and has already seen the end. He told me, it sucks. Totally leaves it open for a sequel. The man I speak of, is none other than someone who's name currently escapes me. Man, doesn't that suck? When you get all tired from working all day and then trying to use your brain for artistic purposes. Then you start thinking to yourself "what am I doing with this waffle iron?" and "why am I still writing this?" I promise the next one will be more interesting for any of you who may read this. Sorry.