I’ve got a peaceful, easy feeling… but I still hate The Eagles

Today I’m feeling a little better. I woke up a little earlier, and I’ve been all over the internet looking for apartments… I haven’t even let myself get distracted by porn…yet. I feel productive in a way, and I think that’s key for me. True, it’s kind of sad when an hour on Craigslist and 6 phone calls counts as productive, but what do you want from me…? I’m crippled.

It wasn’t long ago that by this time of the day I’d already banged out 60 or 70 covers for lunch and was looking ahead to dinner… now I’m on my 2nd PBR, thinking about microwaving some pizza. How the mighty have fallen. Still, maybe it’s just the vicodin talking, but I’ve got a warm fuzzy feeling, like everything is ok… wait… that’s definitely the vicodin talking… damn… Well, I guess I’ll take what I can get.