To walk with the dead

All americans thinks I'm a stud from Scandinavia due to my very sore throat. It sounds like am a shy, heterosexual bullfrog who spent my life drinking whisky, smoked tons of cigarettes and have been practicing my hobby which is imitating a bulldozer carrying gravel.

Now I've been awake for 24 bloody hours. Traveling in at least 19 of them. I feel like a zombie trying to be alive... which of course is impossible... or the sleeping beauty trying to be awake... which is a contradiction.

Anyway, I'm finally here in Houston, Texas. Not... ready to work in the moment. Hopefully tomorrow.