if you haven’t had any caffeine in a month and then you have a very strong cup of coffee, well, you end up like me right now.
i feel like a squirrel on crack.
oh man i’m such a woosie. one little cup of coffee and suddenly i feel like hunter s. thompson in ‘fear and loathing’.
i have friends who drink coffee while they’re asleep. and they smoke cigarettes in the shower and have sex while in the dentist chair and eat nails and whatnot.
we’re supposed to have a dusseldorf after show party at some trendy new club now. i kind of just want to run around the block until i get tired and pass out. but bon jovi and kraftwerk might be coming to our aftershow party. that is odd. what exactly does one say upon meeting kraftwerk? ‘uh, thank you for inventing contemporary music’?
and there’s this box of cereal on the table in front of me and it has a very cute drawing of a cat but the cereal is crap. it just goes to show. and i have nothing against mimes. i’m just trying to be funny with all my talk of eating mimes (mmm…mimes….).
didn’t anyone else see ‘shakes the clown’? with bobcat goldthwaite?
not a great movie, but some great moments.
ok, goodnight.
have a nice end of the weekend, ok?
moby