there’s the ball; here’s me
It may be the lack of sleep, the excitement I haven’t recovered from, the tweaked sinuses though better than a couple days ago, or the genuine Mack-truck-halting lack of motivation, but I’m not focused today. I was out at Sweeny’s last night and shared a couple pitchers of Summit e.p.a.. That is not helping.
I’m not hungover. Not really. But I miss moving furniture on days like today. Any remnant of a hangover would evaporate or seep out of my pores in dizzying noxious clouds before the second dresser was down the stairs. Sitting at a desk, staring at a screen, only makes things exponentially worse.
S’all good though. Last night I was working on a high that can only come from a combination of getting or technically paying for already purchased tickets to the Hold Steady, tickets to P.O.S., and watching Louis C.K. Shameless (on the Daily Show promoting it here and here) shitty player, but Viacom’s a bitch about their schtuff. Actually, come to think of it, the high could come from any combination of top-notch happenings. Or even just one pukka happening. vocabulary expansion=fun for the whole family Whatever. In any case, the headache and quasi-focus are of little consequence.