at least there is this.

The day is filling up with music writing, faking it (and succeeding) through my freelance career, accompanying my boys to fast food, finding a job in new zealand (no success here yet), putting together pictures for sammy, and trying in vain to find my passport.

Things are picking up and keeping a steady pace, which I appreciate. I wake up every morning in a panic as to how I will ever pay my credit card bill if I never actually work.

I think I could probably write haikus about the steady passing of nothing through the impenetrable wall of time.