I am tired and a little bit depressed. Lack of routine is wearing on me. Post holiday doldrums and diminished writing time are making me cranky. I haven't been feeding myself well - skipping breakfast, neglecting to pack lunch, not cooking. My house is a mess, and I am behind at work. Mostly, I think I need a nap. I am trying to just ride with it and not fight the funk. Fighting the funk makes the funk more powerful, I have found.
|Bootsy says, "Don't fight the funk."|
A little more Madeleine's Ghost.
Three paragraphs well revised.
Final feast of the holiday season, Chez Hansen, in Lakewood. Steak, baked potato, peas and lettuce, salad, shiraz.
I really enjoyed the "Cool Chick #59" program on WCSB for 20 minutes on my way to work this morning. I wish the playlist was on the website because I couldn't catch the titles when they were read. The description online is "sleepy crunchy." Maybe one of the songs was by The Sleepy Trees? Did I make that up? I write in fear and trepidation that the dj will be like, "No way. That has nothing to do with what I play." I am so f-ing out of it.
And Orson interpreting the current Alicia Keys hit as "This Girl is a Liar" and busting out an a capella "Tutti Frutti."
David shared this with me today. It is kind of perfect. http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2013/01/the-day-william-shatner-tweeted-at-an-astronaut-and-the-astronaut-replied/266824/
This entry has taken me too long to write. Good night.