11/367: Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Shimmy Shimmy Ya (& a verse of Baby C’mon!!)
Yes, I missed the day. It’s now officially “tomorrow” today. But it’s still today to me, because I’m still up! It’s not tomorrow until I wake up tomorrow. So since it’s still today, this post counts as being posted today, not tomorrow, which it technically is. Like, you know how you’ll see a commercial for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon & it’s all like “Tonight on Jimmy Fallon…”. Well that show is on at 12:30! Which is fucking tomorrow, not tonight! So, basically, it’s still tonight until tomorrow. Goodbye.
Wait, not goodbye yet. My six-day work week ended today (not tomorrow!). I was tired & then not so much & now I’m really tired again. I had some Five Guys Burgers & Fries & then some floor-sitting drinks & fence-leaning talks with mr. thenoiboi, Steven Guzman. Future legal life-sharers Dean & Andrea hung out too & there was League of Legends shit bandied about that, I swear to gord, I would be murdered if someone held a gun to my head & told me to repeat a few of the things. Steve Brule hung out too. All in all, worth missing my stupid, worthless deadline that no one gives any hoots about. Is the point.
Part of my brain wants to give significance to the confluence of fucked up disasters & attacks & riots happening all over the world. But then another part of my brain reminds me that that other part of my brain is the part that would also manufacture ideas of fate or luck. In other words, I don’t *really* think the world is going to end because of earthquakes & British people setting fires for 4 days, but it would be easy to think that. Because fear is scary.
i don’t want to die, but have to eventually. i hope i do some more stuff first.