it's all make believe

i figured something out this weekend -- nothing is real. or at least as real as i used to think things were.
i burned the oil all weekend and, well, it was way worth it.
it's kinda like the song "firecracker" -- i don't want to go on forever, i just want to burn up hot and bright. let me be your firecracker. let me be your baby tonight.
it all started about 6 p.m. friday and it just now ended (and it's 2:15 a.m. monday morning).
i have not put in a weekend like this in quite a while, but i have been to and viewed a lot of places this weekend and i stared into a lot of eyes and heard a lot of voices, while they in turn heard mine. but it still comes back to nothing being real. i mean, i went a million miles an hour for three straight days in four different counties, birmingham, and other municipalities, and it is all a blur. unreal.
maybe work will be grounded this morning. oh shite, that is in five hours.
nite!