fracturedguy

at work today a customer told me he wanted me to have a raucous night. i only remember that now, as i'm sitting here, doing nothing, but feeling like, running, yelling, hitting. i should be in a band, and i should play a show. that is how i feel tonight.
one of my bosses told me tonight that i should go out with him and his friends to the [gay] clubs, and a coworker is having a dimebag-r.i.p.-party, and i just came home.

no beer, no sex, no loud music. something seems wrong about that tonight. i'm going to get the girl home and go crazy, running through the streets and jumping in puddles in the rain.
yeah right. i'm going to get the girl home and she's going to want to stay in, and we'll watch movies, and put off drinking a bottle of wine until it's almost too late.
ever the optimist, that's me.

anyway, i'm about to do one more sketch on that piture //see yesterday// and then i'll set up to do the final picture.

i wish i had "Run the Place Red." i could stand to hear that right now.

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somebody who can make the decision needs to decide to release a DVD set of Belle and Sebastian. I loved that cartoon, and I still would if I could.