today has been insane.

I almost packed up my bags and moved out early this morning, but the cold hand of money stopped me.

I only got four hours sleep.

Turns out that my haircut appointment was for 9am not 9:30am. Thank goodness she took me anyway. She's an artist and I would trust my hair to no one else.

Between my haircut and John Denver on IV I'm almost myself again.

After all, some one calling Piccaso's paintings ugly and Piccaso and idiot doesn't take away the genious of his work.

But he's on an airplane and I still believe in humanity.