i don’t want your body.

Wake up.  Exhausted.

Why?  Because I stayed up so late preparing for this.

Open the studio.  Issssdark!

Scramble.  Plug things in, flip switches.

Panic a bit.

Take a drink of tea.

BURN TONGUE!

Go to play Phantogram.

Computer not working.

[son of bitch.]

Things get working.

Things get better.

I start breathing.

I start dancing.

dancing in the dark.

And that, my friends, is my Tuesday morning.