where i'm at.

in between disc1 and disc2 of godfather2
transcending daylight savings time,
listening to (on repeat) melancholy amy winehouse on 5 semitones pitch range (that's fast for those not in the know),
being unemployed, unamused and being frustrated at the aforementioned
watching my laptop receive its weekly virus scan
thinking about how canadian sensibilities won out... again.
prepping for the madness of march (and the ncaa's)
and engaging in the following...

creating
wishing
missing
hoping
praying
feeling
sleeping
waking
sleeping
tossing
turning
moving
trying
waiting...

its been a good night...