Things are too busy to drop too much science but let’s just say I’ve tightened up the trucks on my skateboard.
Finished the play I’ve been writing. Called the ‘Power Force’ it’s a one-act insiders view on the self-help publishing business written by an outsider. It’s a comedic juggernaut, one would hope.
Other dawns are on the horizon, though the sun is setting on our little Citroen Saxo, unless you know somebody with an extra pompe directionelle that they’d like to give away. And by ‘give away’ I mean install.
AS Roma steps up to the Champions League plate tonight looking to belt a shorthanded solo shot through the uprights.
I’ve been drawing. On the right side of my brain. I can see improvement on the paper, as well as some insights into speculative brain science.
My french is still crappy. I’m busy. If I wasn’t so busy procrastinating I would have more free time to pursue my leisure pursuits. Next week…
Belgium has officially painted itself into a deeply dangerous and fucked up position. The longest the country has ever gone without a government. The word ‘crisis’ is used often. As is the word ‘split’.
Like the Chinese curse says ‘May you live in interesting times.’
