30 November, 2004
in to action everybody sprang

it never occurred to me that hangovers could be therapeutic... not during the footie-snacking-catnap phase that was Saturday.
there was a solid rebound the next day. consciousness came before the gospel program aired on the radio, not long after the cat discovered how to open the swinging kitchen door by herself... and bounced from window-to-window in her early-morning bird chase.
and they're off.
a gallon of hot sauce funneled into 5 oz. bottles. dish-washing... and clothes. soaking/rinsing rice for sushi. toying with sauces for sashimi. removing the rotted weatherstripping on theMIata. on a mission 'til the sun went down. the return of the sun and temps above forty didn't hurt, either.
capping it all with Wattstax... that just brought it all home.

pity i had to work today... 'cause now i'm one tired motherfucker.

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