Start: Thu 0410 EDT

Well, I was pacing. Now I'm sitting at the table.

I guess I'm just writing in an attempt to get my nerves to calm down a notch. When the "Lie down on the bed and shut your eyes" trick doesn't work anymore, What's a guy to do?

Is it somehow profane or trivializing to be using those lyrics now? That is not my intent. The song was just going through my head in a raw, fragmented sort of way. Perhaps the following would be more suitable.

I wish it were Friday. That would mean my plane out of here. As it is, still another full day ahead. Holding it all together by a thread, a dream, and a few postage stamps.

"Yep, he's gone stark raving mad. Off the deep end. Over the edge. Time to call the doctor." lol.

The whole absurdity of the current scene just struck me as rather funny at the moment. Guy sitting in the hotel room, just before 5am, another ~15 hour work day to embark on, he has two precious hours left to sleep, and what does he do? Sits and scribbles lyrics in a notebook. lol. If this ain't the perfect picture of someone who has lost (or is losing) his mind, I don't know what is.

Aw well. That's the shit of it, I guess. I'm gonna try the bed again, and if that doesn't work, maybe better to just request an alcove next time. Yeah, whatever. I know, I'm not making sense. Pillow. Bed. Return.

Natelie Portman, naked and petrified, and covered in hot grits. thank you.

Finish: 0500 EDT Thur