Yawn

I slept in after I came home. Just woke up now. Great sleep in this morning. Forgot what that feels like. I've been too busy working all the time. All day and all night. I'm glad I haven't been home through the day in all this last while because I strongly sense that there is a satellite or something focused on this building and it takes pictures of everyone who stops by to yell their -uh- thoughts up to my window. I just find it unsettling to see so many people go on the record like this, though I'm sure it's helping my case for wanting to make some money, so I can get the fuck out of here. Not all my visitors are here for that. The women seem to like the attention. 'Oh, is there a satellite up there looking down at us? Let's show it our breasts!' I guess I didn't have to be so honest in my blogs about certain things. Too late now. Just going to try to live in this pressure cooker here until I get the guitar straight for my new composition and come up with some new lyrics. Bye for now.
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