somuchrain

I am writing the tip sheet for a book I'm editing. It's far more difficult than I thought it would be. It is also boring as all get up. I wish I got payed to do this.
I am listening to "No More Shall We Part" which is not my favorite Nick Cave album, but I am getting to like her 'newer' stuff and think, actually, that "Abattoir Blues" is better than his most recent few.
I'm reading a fuck of a lot lately, and writing a fare bit, too. I'm drinking a lot of tea, and whiskey does not mix well with tea, I discovered last night.
I need a proper job and a place to live with my dog that is not my mother's office.
I've exhausted the library of movies to watch and that, more than the fact that I've no warm clothes with me, makes me realize that I need to face down my dad and go back to his house to get some of my things.
I'm fucking bored and poor and lonely. Wah wah wah. My glasses don't fit because they are Ilana's glasses. Also, I need a haircut as it currently is wavering between David Lynch, Lyle Lovett and Egon from the Ghostbusters.