Wakes up today. Head aching from an insufferable hangover after a night of drinking. Feeds dogs. Plays with the puppy and watches tv to work off the hangover. Noodles on the guitar for an hour or so. Does yoga in living room, tries to cool down from the hundred degree weather. Blasts Zu and cleans the house that surrounds. Sings for an hour at a drainage pipe, the pipe rings a loud overtone with each note sung or screamed. Rides bicycle to local pub and gets a Scotch egg with chips, mayo, and beer (Sculpin). Rides bicycle further to Lowes, observes objects that are both unnecessary and too costly. Rides to CVS, observes objects and inevitably makes a daft purchase. Tequila, lava lamp, bag of ice, batteries, and charcoal. Arrives home to realise that heat stroke is close by, but the hangover has vanished. Hottest day in months, thermometer overflowing. Finally cools off after initial arrival home. Sits at the computer. Albert Ayler's saxophone escapes the speakers. Musicbanter is upon the page.
A day in the fucking live I tell ya.
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