From the Vault: Angel

Taken a million years ago in the Piedmont necropolis with the Mad Model.

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Oh lordy. Running a little slow this morning and feeling the edges of Bad Brain trying to set in. Have counteracted it with water and vitamins. Just waiting for it to kick in. It’s largely due to interrupted sleep. Mouse woke me at 3:30 AM, saying she couldn’t sleep. And then woke my ass up at exactly 6:00 AM. She had cause. Her beloved fish, Georgie, died last night, but holy cats, I woulda liked to have slept.

Still no regrown brain. I have gone trawling for story ideas. I’m about ready to claw my own skin off if I don’t write something new soon.

Shoot date can’t get here fast enough either. Need. New. Images. NEED.

And Vaudeville continues to do its thing. Filmmaking. It is not a fast thing.

Other than that, motoring along. How’s your world?

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