Breathe, and you're the stranger

Next week is going to be a busy week. I simply must spend at least part of this week recovering. I'm not sure what I'm recovering from, but I've been absolutely exhausted for the past few days.

Yesterday I woke up fairly early and feeling ok, but I hit a brutal wall about an hour after I got to work. I felt barely functional and ended up going to bed even before El Jefe even woke up last night. I didn't sleep too well, but I believe I am passable for the day.

Which is good, because I have beer drinking plans. I wonder what the seasonal is at the Pike right now?

. . .

Sadly, I will miss Mr. Miller at the Showbox next week because of the work. And if not the work, then the bowling. I could see him the next Saturday in Portland, but, oh, I can't. We're already seeing Belle and Sebastian then. Poo.

Pooface McPoos-a-lot.

I am a sucker for a great live show, you know.