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In some senses, I'm an intense workaholic. In many other senses, I'm a slacker of dangerous proportions. One way or another, time occasionally passes quickly for me.
Example. Last night I was looking at my calender, thinking "Goddamn, it's October. That Green Carnation show will be coming up soon."
Here's the best part though - I had COMPLETELY forgotten about it. I've been so engrossed in my work, than anything which might be qualified as an "event" has been put on the backburner.
Ladies and gentlemen, on October 14th, Green Carnation is playing at the Opera House. I cannot explain the depths of my excitement. Green fucking carnation. Light of Day, Day of Darkness STILL gives me chills.
October 14th.
Example. Last night I was looking at my calender, thinking "Goddamn, it's October. That Green Carnation show will be coming up soon."
Here's the best part though - I had COMPLETELY forgotten about it. I've been so engrossed in my work, than anything which might be qualified as an "event" has been put on the backburner.
Ladies and gentlemen, on October 14th, Green Carnation is playing at the Opera House. I cannot explain the depths of my excitement. Green fucking carnation. Light of Day, Day of Darkness STILL gives me chills.
October 14th.