State of the drooooooooooooool
I've been on new meds this week, hence the radio silence. One of their many lovely side effects is insomnia. I went to sleep at 2:30 this morning and got up at 5:30. Also this morning. So. Three hours. I don't like getting up at 5:30. It is bad.
You guys. No brain function left. None.
Apparently this makes me a better guitarist, though. I learned, like, five Chris Isaak songs, today. Not that Chris Isaak's songs are in any way difficult, but they're fun, and I just sort of rattled them off without thinking about it.
Drool.
OK. Hopefully I'll be back next week with some kind of smartiness intact. I can't even reply to comments like this. Srry. I have yet another rheumatology appointment tomorrow, where we will talk about my 34802910234 blood tests and eleventy-twelve x-rays, and then with any luck we will come to the conclusion that I no longer need to take the Made-of-Satan meds.
Maybe then I'll be about to talk about SGA and how it is made of so very much fail and all of my shows hate me and I give up.
Oh god. I'm so uncomfortable and semi-delusional.
OK. Done.
You guys. No brain function left. None.
Apparently this makes me a better guitarist, though. I learned, like, five Chris Isaak songs, today. Not that Chris Isaak's songs are in any way difficult, but they're fun, and I just sort of rattled them off without thinking about it.
Drool.
OK. Hopefully I'll be back next week with some kind of smartiness intact. I can't even reply to comments like this. Srry. I have yet another rheumatology appointment tomorrow, where we will talk about my 34802910234 blood tests and eleventy-twelve x-rays, and then with any luck we will come to the conclusion that I no longer need to take the Made-of-Satan meds.
Maybe then I'll be about to talk about SGA and how it is made of so very much fail and all of my shows hate me and I give up.
Oh god. I'm so uncomfortable and semi-delusional.
OK. Done.