2:30 am and I just finished painting.
Listening to Tom Waits, "Bone Machine". I just finished my latest journal on the eve of Bert Green coming into town started in September of 2008. 238 pages as they fall apart as I write. Just like my life. This was my wife's birthday this weekend and I didn't apply myself as I usually do.
I find I am falling down.
I feel as though when my work is doing well I am getting lost.
I feel as though I will not make this out alive.
I suppose that is enough.