Get this wick out of my ass
I'm always tired. Too much going on. Jen's got a job that gets her up just late enough that the beautiful stench of the second pot of coffee wakes me enough that it's hard to turn over and go back to sleep. Particularly since lately, I'm out a lot of nights, and the hour in the morning is one of a couple we'll be able to hang out. So I'm on time to work, often even early. This is a first for the last. . . decade, I guess? I'm not a punctual fella.

So yeah, too much going on. Some sort of band practice twice a week, and it's the season for touring, so there's some show I just can't stand missing at least once, usually twice a week. And Jen and I have started a weekend program of finding brew pubs, then finding a national, state, county, or regional park nearby, taking a hike, then going for late lunch and early beer (diet coke for the lady). Unlikely that'll happen this weekend, as the temporarily reformed Demilich is playing in LA Saturday - the closest they'll be to the SF Bay. How can I miss this historical event?

Burning at both ends. Can't say it isn't fun, though.