sorry, but there’s no chance of writing something today. and it’s not the chaos still surrounding me because of the big move or any work-related reason. but i just found the box with my last cuban cigar and the rest of that 18 year old speyside single malt scotch i found in that little shop about 5 years ago… so i lit up a fire and right now i’m listening to Tom Waits‘ “Nighthawks At The Diner” while enjoying life.

sorry again, but this just has to be right here and right now. if you’ve ever felt that way, you’ll know what i mean…

take care