In preparation for a weekend in the sun at Coachella I’ve picked up a couple shifts this week. That’s seven nine-hour shifts in a row. Add that to the usual three shifts at the photo lab and that leaves me with very little time to write. Then today I wake up with a nasty sore throat. I plunk down a little cash for the richest schoolteacher in the world and it helps, but it’s not enough to keep me up and about. I crash land at home for the day and try to sleep it off. So I feel like hell. I just finished watching Hostel. And I just started Cell. I need something wholesome and good. I need something beautiful.
Oh wait. I finally have a copy of Cripple Crow. Check it out: