Feeling ok, you know Easter was swell, recording was productive, the house is clean, feeling sad but ok thinking "I'm on it," driving to work all of a sudden the peripheral vision goes nuts it's the sign this is it, the old migraine, the three times a year migraine, must have been the HAM.
I'd much rather be writing about Andy Goldsworthy or Cremaster III or William Gibson or hell, Vincent D'Onorfio. But how do you do that when your body's gone cold, shaking, and the pain, the pain, it's enough to make me log out.
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