“…it looks like a beautiful morning.”
– “Beautiful Morning” Little Brother
So, I discovered Friday night that there is a major setback in my routine. A setback that would usually reduse me to tears and cry out asking why I have been forsaken. But I know my life, and I know that for whatever reason, the universe has to keep me on my toes. Considering our economy, I’m sort of glad that I know what it’s like to be focused on my grind and make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Your girl can DO the damn thing with some beans, ya heard me. I won’t even talk about how I can get down with some chicken thighs and lemon pepper.
I should totally be asleep, particularly considering that I like to watch reruns of “The Practice” early on Sunday mornings, but I typically wake up early anyway. I feel so accomplished, because i did everything that was on my list today. It kept me busy, but I don’t have the beat-down feeling I was anticipating.
Quick! Five things worse than that movie “The Cookout?” Wasn’t it just DEPLORABLE.
While we’re on the topic of public tragedies, GARY BUSEY! Holy shit. I talk to my kids about drugs regularly, and my children being my children, ask me the whys and wherefores of why drug abuse is bad. Gary Busey was on television. I pointed to that. This dude has been off coke, according to him, for longer than my son has been alive, and yet he is still totally off his nut. Astounding.
I think it’s time to go to sleep now.