Well my internal clock is pretty messed up. This is worse than someone having to spring forward for daylight savings time (which I actually don't have to do in this state). I went in to work at 8 am yesterday. I did manage to get out by 2p, went home, took a nap. Went back in to work at 10p and stayed until I got home at 7a the next (this) morning.
We had buku network problems that still aren't resolved even as I type this. I'll try to finish up things tomorrow, hopefully.
The poet Jackson Browne once said - actually he says it many times over whenever he tours:
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheelsThen, Browne's colleagues in the Manfred Mann organization say:
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too.
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sunOf course, in the same breath, MM say "Wrapped up like a douche, another runner in the night." So maybe I shouldn't be heralding them as poets.
But mama, that's where the fun is.
Trust me, what he's actually saying doesn't make much sense either.
Running On Empty