And you think, man, light schedule, a morning off, easier work, very time limited, etc.

Should have gotten lots done.

Instead, I went to a funeral, drank and ate too much after, and lost two days to feeling like absolute shit.

Well, that’s a fuckin’ bummer.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 2158 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Proof Of Conspiracy, Seth Abramson (you know, in light of everything going on now in the Middle East, this actually sheds a whole lot of light on the behaviour of both Trump and Netanyahu, the pricks)
Comics: Strange Tales 13-15, Cloak And Dagger: Predator And Prey 1
Music: Happy Hippie Hits, Discs 1-5, Various (man, for a thing that was supposed to be full of hippie music, there's an awful lot of not even close, especially the Merle Haggard Okie From Muskogee, which is explicitly anti-hippie.  Weird.)