In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
All kinds of tired
I'm so fuckin' tired, man. I am all kinds of tired. I just had a cup of really strong coffee but I'm still just draggin'.
So can you relax, farmboy? Do you have much that has to get done?
I'm doing okay. I need to play guitar for a little while and then I'm pretty clear. I don't know what I'm gonna do, though. I wish my iPod worked. I miss lying in bed, listening to podcasts. There's not a lot of good radio in Portland.
You've got NPR…
That's true. And there are some listener-supported non-commercial stations that are very good, I'll give Portland that.
So, anyway, I may just go lie down for a while.
You have a good evening, farmboy.
Same to you, man. Don't let the fuckin' bedbugs bite.
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