Today is a bad day for me to try and write anything coherent here. Not enough sleep this month, P[ost]MS, a fuckall lot of drama surrounding the Lab’s new space, leaky bottles, three dogs that rolled in something horrid, papercuts and cardboard-box-inflicted injuries striping both hands and a very, very, very long day at the office.

Class should be good tonight, tho, assuming I get out of here in time to make it. Every time I go I realize how deeply ingrained my HOGD habits really are. So much for being flexible. This is helping me gain a fresher perspective on things.

Maybe I should dust off some of my old Phil Hine books this evening. He’s always good for snapping me out of a rut.