No one knows the hours I keep

Because on the one hand, I'm too lazy to reset my blog time. On the other hand, I am one mysterious motherfucker.

And on both hands, I've been feeling a little bit of that "Something's Coming" like Tony did from West Side Story.

This could mean one of a few things:

1) Beach next week. "Something" thus is jellyfish?

2) A sweet- ass job? Our half- assed searching does not merit this sort of "reward"

3) Inspiration? Something bigger this way comes. Sometimes I feel grandiose. That is the way to be.

4) Tru nuff, I am seeing Sweeney Todd this week. So apropos of West Side Tony, something Sondheim this way comes. Even if he only wrote the lyrics in West Syyyeeeeeed (gang sign?).

In many ways, I feel bigger than New York City. And that, though surprising to some, is an important thing to feel. There is a lot bigger (follow my SINtax, you so dangerous!) than New York. We have bands and COOL PEOPLE, but I think there is a lot bigger than that.