Okay, so as it turns out, this is the day. This is the day when the gas goes clean out of the car. I was pretty much hallucinating by the time I got to the Silver Snail this morning, I was so tired. I thought it was just early-ish morning fatigue. Shortly after writing that last post I passed a kid on the street begging for change with a sign that read “will take verbal abuse for change.” I walked by and then walked back, gave him a buck thirty-five, and then screamed “YOUR SIGN IS RIDICULOUS, YOUR CLOTHES ARE DIRTY, AND YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK!!!” in a voice loud enough to actually stop traffic. As expected, it made me feel better. But as the day wore on my alpha-wave brain state did not dispel, even after multiple coffees and a serious Guns n’ Roses recharge on the street outside the Elgin. I’m just basically on a single blip right now.

So it’s good I’ve got no Midnight tonight and no morning show tomorrow, because I think I don’t get through Thursday, Friday and Saturday if I don’t get the hell out of here pretty soon. I feel bad for the flicks I saw today and the ones I’ll see tonight, because they got the really short end of the stick in terms of my consciousness span, but that’s the way it is. At least I got one day further than 2004, when I had a nervous breakdown on the steps of the Manulife Centre at around 5:30 on the Tuesday night.