after a late night chat with martin my brother i feel restless, i can't sleep, he tells me he is bringing lots of people to the show, i feel slightly weird, i rather sing in front of strangers than people i know but what the hell, i have to just get up there and do what i do, i just hope my words flow and i don't struggle, plus i hope that i can hear the bits that i come in on, it gets pretty messy up there sometimes and i loose my way. but fuck it, i'm a strange man, bring it on.
there are people from work coming as well, that's kinda weird as i like keeping some distance from work and me, they hate me anyway, listening to me sing about inter dimensional stuff will just give them reasons to hate me more, but what can you do, live an inauthentic life, i'm a fucking child of the cosmos, put that in your report.
anyways i washed pan today, met with the high priestess who has a bad knee from kung fu fighting a bunch of kitchen hands in a restaurant who attempted to poison her poisson. she's limping around preparing for peru, we are joined by agent stone and her new baby kia who is smiling and laughing and looking cute.
we discuss the massive spiders they found in iran, huge desert spiders that are so big it's frightening to think about. im actually more terrified of these than sharks, jesus they are monsters.



imagine being a kid from the dairy queen state of wisconsin and joining the army, hauled out to fight a bunch of islamofascists and live in the dessert where it's stinking hot, you can't see the enemy, everything is a potential death threat and then to top it all you have spiders the size of freaking gorillas. i rather deal with guns.