what a long week

karaoke was great
my concussion was not
the shows were great
my odd rash was not
my friends are great
self-promotion, not
lawyering, great and not
still one more day to go because i count the weekends

up and about at 919 on a sunday. i can't deal this early during the week.

i think i'll make pasta for breakfast. Hell, why not? I'm a grown up.

Make pasta, set priorities. Call my dad, spray Benadryl on my leg. Properly hydrate. Look up plane fares.

Should I stroll slowly across 4th street? Ha!

Booyah.