Studio Day. Extremely grateful for studio time. Got a lot done, had fun. Day’s from the first line.

On to the next line. Bang bang bang the guitar. Scream. Paint, try. Try not to eat too much chocolate. Try to RESIST my dogs Tramadol. (She nearly broke her ankle.) Shove the medicine down her throat. Sedated. Feel no pain. They take and take away. I try to come back, float back to the butterflies and the bees, the day to day. I’m so disturbed by what’s happening it’s hard to get a grip on reality. Hard to write. Hard to focus. Spinning. World spinning, crashing.

On to tomorrows line.