Floozies. Or.. Something else random like snuffaluppagous?
Ok, it’s been ages since I’ve written anything.. and I think that I start almost everything that I write in blog format with something like that. Alright, let’s try again..
HELLO, WORLD! IT IS I.. SAM HARDISON! Sam in the form of sleepified zombie something or other on his way to Los Angeles to help out a good friend called Jayda Barclay on her solo project.. if I’m good enough. Will I fit the bill? Will things go swimmingly or will I be on the next flight out after failing miserably at trying to be what she needs on this record? The world may never know.. but, I will. I’ll know in a few hours.
I’m so so so so so so so so so so so so…. SO SO SO glad that this plane’s got wifi on it. I dunno when they came up with something like that but, it was a wonderful thing to do because there’s only so many times you can watch those rubbish in flight movies and while I did bring a few DVD’s with me I can’t say I’m too interested in watching anything with my stomach tied in knots like it is right now. Also, it seems that I’ve joined the twittering clan.. I’m addicted to that site.. Anyways.. I’m itching to play again.. Been rotting away in my flat in London, making friends with the stains on my walls ( that are there.. uh.. Right ) because I haven’t had better things to do than just that.
I can’t wait to get there. Can’t wait, can’t wait. And I’ve got about an hour and some odd minutes left on this stupid fucking airplane. It was a very, very, VERY long flight.. and I’ve gained hours.. and gained hours.. and it’s weird to believe that I left at like.. 9, almost 10, this morning out of Heathrow and have since experienced a time very close to that so many times. You know, over there it’s like.. nearly 8 o’clock and I am still on here.
Wants. Sleep. Zombie. Need Red Bull.. Going to go hunt down this sexy flight attendant and have her give me something with power. MUST. HAVE. POWER.
