Is this what 20/20 is destined to be? Once a month I get enough time and energy to write something down other than detailed descriptions of how many minutes and hours I’ve spent doing what I am directed to do? Will there ever be enough space for me to have perspective? Will I always exist in the perpetual now?
- make lunches
- fill water bottles
- kiss kiss and kisses
- make coffee
- run out door fifteen minutes late every day
- get to work
- work
- pick up girls
- drive them home
- snacks and drinks
- make dinner
- play outside
- make art (the girls, not me)
- tellie (why do they like the new Scooby Doo so much?)
- baths
- teeth
- books
- bed.
10:00 p.m.
Stumble around wondering what to do with an hour and a half. Go clean a toilet.
Bed.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Repeat.
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 
Hi! Very odd the hear I’m sure, but i thought i’d drop buy to say I found this blog via Cassettesfrommyex.com. I’m listening to the mix you posted there some years ago, and enjoying it very much, here on my headphones at work in highlandtown. 🙂
Oh look, we are the same person.
greg- funny place to find me! chris’s tape rules. he made a bunch of great ones. i’m glad to hear bmore is gettin’ down in highlandtown. keep up the good work!
When does the “bang head against wall because today is the same as yesterday is the same as tomorrow”? Because I do that relatively early in the day.