I'm Procrastinating, But Who Cares?

In less than an hour it will be a new day. I'm taking a little break from work to get a few words down. Sadly, I forgot my camera at home so I am unable to please you visually. Here's the deal. I always leave my house with my backpack. Except for when I don't. Like tonight. And my camera is always in my backpack. You know, just in case. 99% of the time I never need it. Naturally, the night I don't bring my backpack is the night I want to use my camera. I would take a picture of the table in front of me. On it you would see a smorgasbord of various artworks. It's not that it's impressive. Seriously, I'm hardly impressed by it myself. However, it's picture worthy because it's a "behind the scenes" look at what I'm doing. And behind the scenes looks are almost always fascinating. For instance, before I saw "Behind The Music" I had never ever in my whole life heard of teen heartthrob, Leif Garrett, but there I sat. Transfixed. Just as you did. Oh, don't lie... you know you were just as fascinated as I was. How could you not be? I mean, look at this.





Anyway...
the point I was trying to make is that no matter how uninteresting a person is (for example, me) catching a glimpse of what happens behind the curtain is always interesting.




- INSERT PHOTO THAT I WOULD HAVE TAKEN HAD I NOT BEEN A JACKASS AND FORGOTTEN MY BACKPACK HERE -




All that artwork you see on the table needs to be put in my car. In the morning I am driving all of that (and a few more not in the photo) down to Costa Mesa for an upcoming art show that I'm in. While I'm driving I will be a little bit delirious due to lack of sleep, but I'll have some good music to keep me company. The bonus is that it will also keep me awake. Especially when I start head banging to "November Rain". It's hard not to when there are about 32 guitar solos in it. And don't think for a minute that I won't be singing along with Axl.




I will be belting it out. That, sir, you can count on. During my Act II Intermission I will put down my microphone and pull into an In-N-Out Burger where I will eat the most delicious hamburger ever made. You'll be jealous. But don't worry, I'll be thinking of you as I take that first big bite. Oh, I can almost feel my teeth sinking into that delicious sponge bun now.

Dear Sponge Bun,
Oh how I love you! If only I could crawl inside of you and sleep for days and days...