… could give me wings now, unless they are the black, tattered wings of a nightmare. I already have the bloodshot eyes, I think, It’s hard to focus but I’m sure they glow. Which reminds me, tomorrow I put those little glow-sticks out in pairs.
Finished work at 9 pm so went straight to Smoky-Drinky. Now I really have to sleep!
Instead of a post, have a bit of New Age weirdness I heard about from a hairy boozer. It’s less insane than science these days.
As far as I can tell, long hair just makes my head feel heavy and gets in my eyes but… (twilight zone music) …what if I didnt keep getting it cut?
You have no idea how long it took to turn the first typing of this into something legible. I think it was Hemingway who said ‘Write drunk, edit sober’ but I can’t wait until tomorrow.
Goodnight all, tomorrow’s post will involve slightly less squinting and fewer instances of head hitting desk in knackeredness. Probably.