
It was one of those days where signify that the weekdays end in a climax of work related projects. And so they end. Temporariy at least. 'PlasticElastic Radiots' seemed to cut the hard edges with smoothness, and calm me down. Of course, in the build up to the radio program, we had technical difficulties with one of our bands that we were going to air that night. Lorik's quick thinking came passing by and whoila! Problem no more. Everything went tick-tock from the moment on. I do not know why, but the cigarete smoke, dimmness, hyperactive behaviour, the studio itself sometimes make my head swirl and I feel dizzy. But it's okay. Work, walk, run, 10min pit stop at home for a snack, run, run, UrbanFM Radio Station, run around, done, walk/run, Club 212, Jazz, darkness...
Those were the moments when I just ran to our office's back yard and just stood still. The grass is green and I have a headache.
2 comments:
you call that grass??
You stupid ass posser!
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