Got bless the Pixies and caffeine. I'm going for a fucking run and damn the rain. If only I could focus on the writing for five minutes at a time... keep this up and I'll be that guy up on meth for days, working on my Mustang at four in the morning.

Running in place to run away, kids; Rach the hamster. Better than up late under screenglow with headphones and the scalpel. Water moves because it cannot stop. I wait for winter.