“Ride the King’s highway, baby.”

“Ride the King’s highway, baby.” Dimly-lit, cool summer nights listening to The Doors in Mel’s back yard in Lubbock . It may be because I’m Dayquilled out, and listening to fun, psychedelic music, but the incredible sense of contentment seems to roll back over me from then. Good memory.

State-induced memory.

I slept 20 hours yesterday. And still feel like crap, but at least I’m at work and kicking. I hope it doesn’t matter if I’m channeling bits from Apocalypse Now.

3T, or "Tech Talk Tuesday" went well...I'm so happy to have survived it, with my voice being shot and hacking up a lung every minute or two. But I'm home now and the Nyquil is flowing like water. Yes, it is akin to licking a shag carpet, but oh, sweet heaven, the relief.