Another rude awakening
The more I need my morning sleep and the more the weather allows it, the more likely it is I will have a rude awakening. One day it’s the pneumatic hammer, the next it’s the cement machine. Today it’s a call. The kind that renders me useless. The repetitive kind that betrays bedazzling. I call this “badger in the spotlight”. I am talking about her. I can have my coffee, my vitamin, my mild depression, my first breakthrough, friends who can advise and help me for free and lend me money, a mother who tells me “Sure! break the cat” - her way of agreeing to extreme solutions.
I was dreaming of a minor car crash.
Therefore I give you today’s soundtrack.
