I got up late because we switched jam night to Mondays and by the time everyone left it was close to 10p, I was buzzing, and I ended up chatting with an old friend on WhatsApp until close to 1. What can I say, I get chatty. So I woke up late, which was nice.

When I woke up it was close to 9, but there was no rush this morning and I’ll be working a little late tonight anyway. Sometimes when I wake up late, like today, my dick is huge. Not morning wood, more than that. I have levels. Some things create different levels of hugeness, and you could guess what some of them are, but maybe surprisingly, a late sleep is definitely one of them. It took me a while of waiting around, feeling a combination of invincible righteousness, and complete ridiculousness, before I could get dressed.

I wonder if after a certain age that stops. Like, one day, without even realizing it, it just doesn’t happen like that, and suddenly your hugest, fullest, widest, longest, most virtuous and possibly dangerous hardon is… something of the past.

Holy.

I just completely bummed myself out. Please let me die before that happens.

Jam was great. We were a trio in the new setup, back out in the living room, a little more breathing room (in addition to the fact that I don’t use it for anything else, really). Here’s how that turned out:

Not bad, overall. Maybe a little goofy looking. But it’s functional, and a little cozy.

We used a slow drum track that held us together. We hit some great stuff here and there. As usual, no recording, which is a bit of a shame as we really did break some new ground. But there’s something also satisfying and important about letting your spontaneous melodies float away, never to return.

I guess “ephemeral” is the word for that, though I never liked it much.

Busy day today. Big workshop in the afternoon, which will be fine, my part is only 30 minutes and I don’t really care about this group very much. It’s obvious they’re only there because their various organizations told them to be there. It’s put my group in a tough spot, but we took the money.

My jeans smell mildly like hay and it looks like today is going to be hot and humid again, damn it. Wearing a blazer is bad enough. But on these days, when it’s high 80s, my hatred for having to wear layers of clothes comes close to exceeding my bearable limits! You have to move slowly so you don’t start to sweat, and sweating under your blazer SUCKS.

Fuck, I want an ocean swim.

I want to fuck the ocean until it tsunami-orgasms across NYC.

Have a nice fuckin day.