sigh.
ugh.
i’m nervous. i never get nervous. and i’m nervous.
grammy performance later today.
nervous.
so many things could go wrong. maybe i’ll just cover myself in marmite and sleep on an ant hill. there are lots of ants in l.a. nice, furry little ants. about 9 inches long with pointy tails.
ok everyone, if my performance on the grammy’s is disastrous please don’t hate me. and if i get hit in the back of the head with a rocket and die, well, it’s been nice knowing you…you’re all very smart and kind…ok, almost all of you. the vast majority of you, anyway. maybe if i get hit in the back of the head with a rocket and die those of you who are not smart and kind will mend your ways. or not.
ok, time to bathe and then lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for 5 hours.
-moby