so, we have an electric teakettle at work now.
which means i drink waaaay more tea
at work now than i did before.
which, in turn, means that i take way more breaks
than i ever have before.
thems the breaks, i guess.
tea breaks?
nope.
i make my big fat vat of tea in-between appointments.
so that's not it.
...i take pee breaks.
gallons and gallons of urine, y'all.
so good.
i use it to make the tea.
that's some gandhi-style recycling.
okay,
that's actually not what happens,
but there IS a lot of sippin' goin' on.
hydration is a novel concept to me.
heck,
i used to consume almost a whole thimbleful
of moisture in a day.
like a camel.
and not just because i like to hump.
...c'mon.
now, however, the flood gates are open,
and i've found something else out:
a couple of minutes NOT tattooing every hour
does heroic wonders for my tired, wracked-up body parts.
no joke.
***********
it's friday.
and i ain't got sh!t happenin'.
my clients have gotten on a cancellation sensation,
and my docket is clear, kids.
what woodsly wonders does the secret universal plan
have in store for the bards of barbarism?
i wonder...
before too long,
it'll be in minnesota,
making shirts and stickers and whatever else,
and probably gettin' and givin' some zappps.
is this the lull before the storm?
a chance to harvest some energy,
and store some monumental momentum?
you bet it is.
when the time comes,
a ragnarok rampage of active participation is comin' down.
april fool's.
good friday.
easter.
triple threat blitzkrieg assault hard-style pounding.
if y'all though minnesota was flat before,
we're fixin' to level the joint
with a multi-megaton mountain of mindless mayhem.
making minutes matter more,
it's all really happening,
only,
about half as much as it's about to;
never quiet, never soft.....
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