The All-Nighter's and the Sunlight That Follows Close Behind

Hot damn!! Haven't done that in awhile....

When I hung up the phone, I went out to my balcony, and saw that the crested Tuesday sun was peaking it's waking eyeballs over Southeast Austin, ready to usher in the day, in total disregard of the lack of sleep that I struck out on. I'm still (as I type this) in the same clothes I was in when I met up with these cats at Doc's around the stroke of 9:30pm for one beer, where I promptly left after the final sip of that single beer...heading home by myself to dig in chasms...or something like that. So I just got back from the Shell station where I put the necessary gas in my tank (of the ghost white truck) to get through the day, and bought 3 Red Bulls which are going to be a nice compliment to the final effort that I can muster for the next 12 hours; which I can only hope will at least get me through lunchtime in a state of mind that hopefully avoids any utter physical and mental collapse. If I can make it through the first half of the day, I'm fairly confident I can soldier through the remainder on cruise control...with much needed sleep following very, very close behind 5:30pm on a lazy early-summer Tuesday evening.

So as far removed as Sunday night's sleep is, I hear my shower calling my dirty-ass name, with a much needed shave to follow closely thereafter, only to greet the day about half the man I was yesterday....with no regret's...an effortlessly fluid conversation, all things considered...and possibly an inspired story from my hard-wired brain under my belt.

Geez man....I've been listening to "Handshake Drugs" (Wilco)NON...STOP...ON...REPEAT...for about 2 hours now.

And it's never made so much sense...but it has absolutely zero to do with mas drogas...but rather because of quite literally everything else. I'm so unapologetically insomnia-ridden.

Oh and go Celtics.

It's Tuesday.

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