maleficentmoi

My brain hasn't been with me lately. The wife and I took a vacation of sorts down to Pacific Grove and, upon returning, clearly left the ol' grey matter behind. I hope the fucker is enjoying himself. The work week that followed was difficult, compounded by my unwillingness to get to bed at decent hours. Further evidence, if you ask me, that the brain truly is absent. Usually I'm pretty square when it comes to my sleep routine. This morning, however, I slept nine hours (or so) after passing out watching the extra footage from "This Is Spinal Tap". My wife had to come rouse me awake to drag me to bed. You know, "Wake up so you can sleep." We are poor and I am tired, but I was desperately looking forward to my weekend. Now that it has arrived, I can get busy being fucking obsessed at doing nothing; being the lazy fuck I need to be at the moment. My desire to create is strong, but until that fucking synapse nest comes wandering back to its home, I doubt I'll be very successful. Oh well... Could be worse, I guess. Could be a Conservative Republican... Yuck! Banish the thought!