Clock Gist Modes

Morning strokes my ego to the ground as thoughts of Saturday pushing me back into bed with a snapping of the realization that it is Friday. Clocks read different times, but the gist of these times are that I am going to be late.

Sometimes I wish I could watch people in their “oh fuck, I am late” mode as they get ready for departure to where ever that may be. Always doing two tasks that do not compelent each other and so you get the hopping, dashing and stumbling motions.

I cannot get enough of Tabla Beat Science or DJ Cheb i Sabbah. I keep coming back and wishing for much more. Will have to explore more today perhaps for I do not feel like working on anything.

Ah, got lost in work…