Player of Unpopular Songs
The other night, after a hearty swig of cinnamon schnapps, I thought my guitar playing had immensely improved. For quite a while I sat on my stool and obsessively played through my current favorite strumfests: We Rule The School, Red Right Ankle, Grace Cathedral Hill, As I Rise. No one else seemed to appreciate my quantum leap in skill, so I got sleepy and drifted off, dreaming that I had a full board of pedals in front of me to stomp. Every chord was right. The changes were smooth as silk. When I woke up my fingers wouldn't work right and the dang guitar had gone horribly out of tune overnight! Imagine! Oh well.


We're not talking about cycling today because I seem to have, very temporarily, lost my motivation. Well, I've lost a certain "oomph" to be more precise (ha!). I WANT to ride, and it's as enjoyable as ever, but it just leaves me completely knackered. Maybe it's just that the pneumonia back in March really took something out of me (plus I never let myself rest as I should have). I don't usually get sick, so I didn't want to waste any time on it. The last time I was sick in bed was 7 years ago, so I figure I'm good until 2011 now. If I could just get some energy. No amount of caffeine or caffeine accesories seems to do it. Not Sudafed either. Not vitamin B6. Nothing. So I guess I need a rest? Or maybe to ride more and harder? I dunno. I ride by lots of crystal meth labs out in the country. (Yes, I do, as the County Prosecutor tells me.) Maybe I should stop in for a quick fix. Is meth like speed? Who knows? But...Nah. That's not the answer. Perhaps a good night's rest, a juicy steak and a stiff cuppa coffee in the morning will fix me up. Cuz that's what I always want, the easy way out.