hooks for hands, sluts for eyes, shit for brains and whores for lies

hide and seek - imogen heap

i'm officially better off. than what you ask? couldn't tell ya. but that feeling you get when you dropped the biggest deuce, or when you get out of a hot shower after being in the cold rain all day, or a big glass of water after a super long run. i dunno. it was a nice drive in to the studio this afternoon. the weather was shit. but it helped. low, dark grey clouds, but bright out. listening to the new imogen heap. holy shit. got home from the studio friday morning at 5am. got home from the studio saturday morning at 4.30am. got home from the studio this morning at 5am. its 7pm. i've been here since 4. saw the guys on tv. chris had a cute shirt on. only caught the red carpet. back to work. this is going to be the best piece of work i have ever created in my life. i am so happy with it, and even though its not even finished, to see where everything has come since january to know is mind boggling. famous last words. because if i was to explode tomorow (thats how i've planned it; death by explosion. not IN an explosion, i'm just going to explode) and if that were to happen tomorrow, these will have been the best possible last words i could have ever left behind. a nice long dark drive home last night revealed to me a few things. i've realized just how much this record is everything that i've (in one way or another) experienced in the last 2 years. its incredible. its a sonic timeline. and if that's not convoluted enough for you, i don't know what will be. anyway. back to work. i drink so much tea that i pee (and i've been counting) 7 times an hour. yes.