i feel like Christian Bail in The Machinist. No matter how hard i try, my sleep schedule is fucked.anybody know a magic cure like hiccups? ill put sugar on my tongue, breathe into paper bags,drink water upside down...anything to lose the luggage under my eyes.

im almost at week 2 in the UK. i love London but damn its expensive. and i could really use some Mi Madres or El Chilito right about now. Im in a new hotel now where ill be for about a month while gigging, writing, and recording. it has a creepy 70s vibe to it that i really like.ive been smoking like a chimney in my non-smoking quarters. note to all smokers, always get nonsmoking, they are always better rooms.

my brain is covered in cotton blankets of sleep deprived dillusion so forgive this post. maybe i should stop. maybe i should erase it...

oh yea, almost forgot. i went to the nme awards the other night. ive never been to an awards show before. the only exciting person though was Kanye West. I even took a drink from his Hennesy bottle. as for the rest, pretty fuckin lame. the same 4 bands nominated for every category. and i think the arctic monkeys are ok, but really... and the sugababes? complete drivel. i wouldnt even take the time to skull fuck them. (did i just say that? see previous disclaimer). was nice though to see my friends We Are Scientists get some well-deserved credit.

off to "count" sheep