scat-urday.

scat is poop.
and so is today.
hahahahahaha.
yep.
i thought i had a psych-out easy day
dead ahead of my tattyblastin' self.
my clients had both rescheduled,
leaving me with a wide-open expanse of hours;
so,
i could've been doing some
small and easy one-shot jobbers all dang day long.
no brainer sh!t an' that.
y'know,
porkchop portions of pleasurable pokin'.
hey-O!
guess how long that fantasy lasted?
i went upstairs,
came down a hot second later,
and found myself facing an all-day,
hard-style full-sleeve sitting.
on a saturday.
again.
another 'nother other dose of big-timer terror,
and a weak-sauce wallop of warped wages.
c'mon.
it's non-stop rockin' in the woodsly goodness.
i have no super saturdays to eagerly anticipate anymore.
just tons of hard work.
who thought of THAT?!
not that i'd take a picture anyway,
but all this big work takes time.
so i couldn't even if i wanted to.
tough luck, kids.
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s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night!
harmonica night is on over here.
honkin', bendin' and blowin'.
in minor keys, too.
that's that gypsy science metaphysics.
i don't know if anybody else is down
for the hohner hoedown,
but it's still happening.
i'm taking it back, an' that;
i know,
it's pi day today,
but i only care about 3.14% for all of that noise.
what's more alarming and charming and disarming
than that never-ending integer,
is all the time travel we'll doo-doo tonight.
yep.
when we wake up tomorrow,
we'll be sixty minutes into the future.
that's some marty mcfly sh!t, duders.
i'm ready, though.
i've cleared my sleep schedule for the evening,
and rearranged my r.e.m. dreamscapes,
so that when the future hits at 2a.m.
i'll have a blank check in my slumbering noggin.
payable to the half-full fury of optimism.
i don't think we're losing an hour,
since we know where it's hiding-
it's waiting for us in the fall-
but i know it's gonna be light and bright by
tomorrow night-
just in time for a new moon on monday....
awwwww, man.
it's never easy;
never quiet, never soft.....