The buzzards

i shut my window, this tells my body it is night, this tells my brain it is time to wake up.
I open a new text document
"Wish i had word..." I utter, annoyed at the copy of windows I have for not being legal.
I boycott all foods other than crackers and tea.
It is time to edit.

Mission; one hour worth of film to go behind the gig.
Recourses; Avid 3.5 and my production studio.

this wouldn't be hard, if I had more than a week.

Times a wasting, must get editing.

*Click...open...ignore....yes to all....How To Dig A Hole.*

Jonny.