It's 20.54 and I'm exhausted. I need sleep. I'm still sick. The back of my throat is red raw from coughing. It's painful everytime I swallow my spit. I cough everytime I talk.

I just want bed. I must have been out of it within 10 mins of hitting snooze time last night. Dreams of apocalyptic times. Old school persons being in a cafe and walking in off the street. Weird.

Today -

I felt distant and like the hired help. Excluded. Temporary. I know my time to prove myself hasn't come yet and that it will. I've not been in this position since ..... well ever. It's like I'm starting off on an even slate and I have to climb the ladder again. I haven't had to climb a ladder for let's see.... for about 11 years. I just do what I do. Whether people will like that, well the old cliche of time will tell will apply.

Now for the excitement of my Wednesday night!!!!! Drum rolls, hushed gasps, waiting waiting, smoke machine .... dah dah da!!'

Chapter 32. Misrepresentation

Let's see if I can swing 2 hours straight before I fall asleep. You know, head falling down onto chest, pink highlighter in right hand, light on, book open at page 496.....

Oh but I really want that aerosmith tshirt.


- Posted from the depths of my mind.