Firing on all fours

12:08, its fucking late.
Me and Bill Ricchini sharing some intimate itune moment.
Why am I still up?
Old habits, something about death and expiring hard. Whatever.
Saturday mornings are over-rated and full of loud children and bad cartoons.
Crickets and coyotes are my boyz right now.
The rest of the brood?
Sound asleep.
Laptop and wireless have conspired to keep me awake.
Short tasks not finished.
Applications to start.
Where will we be next year?
Excitement builds.
Change is good.