All I did last weekend is sleep.
The new drugs I’m on are seriously kicking my ass. I’ve been going to bed around 9:30 – 10:00 and sleeping until noon to 1:00 pm (on the weekends, when I can afford the luxury). Sadly, with Monday, I had to get up at 6:00 am.
Officer Todd says: “Don’t do drugs and drive!”
The bad part of getting up before noon is I’m very unsteady on my feet until about 11:00 or so. I hug the walls when I walk around the office and lean against them in the smoking area (yeah… I smoke. I also say bad words when militant non-smokers flip me crap over it). Of course, this is the total reason I’m riding the bus right now (you definitely DO NOT want me driving anywhere near you right now).
I’m hoping this will pass as by body gets used to the chemical cocktail that I’m dumping into it (as I’d like to drive again at some point… and definitely want to ride my motorcycle this summer).
On a much lighter (and less whiny) note: my cousin Shawn brought the guitar and amp over this weekend. It needs some work (the strings need replacing and the switches need a good cleaning). I’m going to go out at lunch (My friend Ray is driving me) and get a gig bag for it so I can safely carry it around. Then, I’m going to get it serviced.
My friend, Brian, has most graciously offered to give me lessons (he’s damn good on the guitar!). I’m pretty excited about it but have firm expectations: I’ll be playing nothing but scales for quite a while. I have no misconceptions that I’ll be playing well any time soon.