yeah!!
we went another hour into the past this morning.
i gotta tell you guys-
if i could relive any hour from the past,
and either enjoy it, or change it?
mmhmmm.
it sure as sh!t wouldn't be two a.m.on the sunday after hallowe'en of this year.
what a waste of the teleporter.
and on the ones, neighbors, that's real talk.
alas,
you just get what you get,
and that's all you get.
so,
i got up early/late,
and i got myself started on the restoration of my demolished hallowe'en headquartrers.
i'm gonna try to pack up what i can, throw out what i must,
and return this stronghold to it's most glorious incarnation-
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
word up.
the thing of it is-
i actually crashed out last evening around eleven,
and awoke at what i thought was a ridiculously unpleasant 1:45 a.m.
ha!
but that's only partially real in terms of temporal stability, and chronometric accuracy.
y'know?
mmhmm.
upon further consideration,
it turns out i'd been psyched out.
and i'd actually gotten a whole extra hour of sleep,
although didn't even know it for a little bit;
nor did i feel rested;
nor was i any more enthused at 4ish when i fell back to slumberland.
jeez.
so much awake, and so much dark and stormy nighttime to insomniate through.
i guess treating myself to a decaf soy mocha at seven o'clock
had some serious repercussions.
i'm sensitive, friends.
perhaps because i'm a finely calibrated and delicatley balanced precision
high-performance artist of the first order,
or more likely,
because i'm a parched, precariously-perched perilously-practical practiced pilot
of a nearly-sinking ship inside myself.
yikes!
a little leftover caffeine in that lessened and dimished decaf draught,
and i'm all kinds of F*ed up.
i s'pose i should know better.
hmm?
yeah. i did know better.
but,
a surly saturday in the cold and snow-ish woodsly goodness,
after a slow day of solo tattooing in the studio,
all in my all-saints' day extra steampunk costume?
i felt like i had every right to indulge in some chocolaty coffee jauns.
....and of course, any reward comes with a price tag of punishment.
expert.
there'd be no sweet with the bitter, guys.
so, i'm just balancing the books,
bit by bit, and sip by sip.
going to bed early, and paying for it in the past.
weird.
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one of these days i'll take a picture of the adventurer's gauntlets i made.
for now,
get on this split screen teleport of yesterdays activated participation
in dias de los muertos-type poor-weather 'punking:
i doo-doo that extra-day-of-dopeness-style sh!t.
too much is the right amount,
and that includes an extra hour of today, by default.
it's all really happening.
sixty minutes of it happened twice.
the good news is,
we're all living in the past right now,
but that just means we're resetting our own brighter futures.
i think, anyway;
never quiet, never soft.....
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