I don’t know if it’s the heat -– which is considerable -– or the fact that July 4th falls on a Wednesday this year or my looming workload or the daily onslaught of objectionable news or whatever, but I’m just not feeling that fabled footloose and fancy-free lazing on a sunny afternoon vibe one’s allegedly supposed to enjoy this time of year. I’m stressed out, have a whopping great headache, am sweating like livestock and am in suitably foul of mood. Happy Summer.
This just in: Also just learned that the night Killing Joke is slated to return to Irving Plaza (an event for which I procured tickets with no small amount of zeal some time ago), I am now due to be in Nashville, TN for work. I mean, I do love my job, and I’m remarkably fortunate, but ….
Fuck this Summer. Happy Fourth.
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