ugh. i’m getting really, really sleepy. this after two redbulls (yeah, i gave in to temptation while at lunch (a suspect hamburger, never again) and picked up another). blah. on the plus side, i finished my boot camp piece, and not a moment too soon since simultaneously productive and coherent thought […]
what a difference a redbull makes.. twenty-four little minutes.. brought the energy and consciousness.. where there used to be none.
i was not, contrary to popular belief, a songwriter in my former life. (the rumors of hitting for the cycle in little league, however, are true.)
(okay, they’re not true, but i once caught a ben […]
waiting for my redbull to chill so i can be marginally functional today. i don’t even want to talk about it.
