felicitous friday
Yesterday was a relatively significant though i’m not going to mention why. it’s none of your business. day and with some email exchanges I cashed with a smile. Delicious ha. I went a little overboard with the trimmer but passed out feeling cleaner than I have in weeks yes. odd. I know, but it’s like my prozac.
Today, I woke up on time and almost awake which is new for me. If I work a full day today i’ve banked four hours toward being off the thirteenth. Saw a clip of Coulter going to a hypocritical code red posted here and had a good early laugh. I met a courteous driver oxymoron? this morning who gave me the go-ahead across 34th. I saw a braided belt and a mesh backpack* I so miss high school sometimes. like, for real. I got into work at 8a well 8.07a, but it rounds down. still counts. It’s payday. And i’ve got a day full of promos to create instead of the boring shit i’m usually obligated to work on. So, i’m pretty much in a sweet mood.
for the last week or so things have been the sweetness. I think I may finally be in the karmic black**. I’m going to listen to Ike the entire day in anticipation for the show. I can comfortably walk on my foot again, even if it still throbs mildly when bent. I’m even planning on grilling once i’m home tonight. The weekend’s supposed to be gorgeous. Next week is two days of work and five of drinking a ratio anyone should strive for. next month looks low-key with a trip out to the coast.
I think I may have what some would call an optimistic outlook for the rest of the summer. Or maybe a realistic outlook with lofty potential activities. Either way I dig where it’s going.
There were a few knocks to this awesome train. One was the asshole on the train yesterday look for a post named something like “rail dick” and i’m missing an inflatable bouncer at ray’s party on the fourteenth. But the train will keep on rolling.
*links approximate. use your imagination people. I can’t do everything for you.
**yes, I just jinxed it. I’ll be the guy later this weekend on the side of the road vomiting shards of glass and shitting fire ants. I stand by my statement.