monday. oh, monday.

woke up on the wrong side of the coffin, definitely. m train not running. slept through the alarm. still gimping. at work. dragging my guitar through the subway, trying to wrestle my way into the building with no hands free and one foot, while the fucking traders stare at me blankly, wondering why i'm having such difficulty doing something so simple as opening a heavy door.

with a guitar and bag in one hand, gym bag slung over shoulder, coffee in other hand and one foot clearly unable to do anything useful.

yes. clearly, the answer is that i'm inept. i do not need any assistance, i'm just an idiot.

fucking traders. make more money than god and have no idea how to interact with other human beings in a manner that is not exclusively fueled by testosterone.

yes, definitely on the wrong side of the coffin.

more coffee. mooooorre coooofffeee.

in other news 2 songs. 11 minutes and 22 seconds of wholesome, brand-new goodness. ask me how.