I had the shittiest week ever last week.
THE SHITTIEST.
I don't even know really why. It could have been my job, my personal life, or both.
But I hated—HATED—work last week.
I blew off band rehearsal, twice, and just sat home and "licked my wounds".
I'm better now.
In case you were wondering.
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Shitty weeks suck! But they are always out there, shadowy, lurking in the dark behind a corner, waiting for their moment. They are a pest, and it's time we said NO!
In the meanwhile I recommend warm tea and John Darnielle on the stereo. A Weissweinschorle on the town in sunshine can also do the trick. We all have to find our own remedies.
By the way, the guy in the middle in the photo on the last post is packing.
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