Dear Friends,
Lazy Sunday, indeed. I didn’t get out to bed until around 3:30PM EST. Some of the reason is the humidity. Some of it was laziness and then I found out the rest after I ate a Kind bar. My stomach is not happy right now. There is a little bug going around up here (it’s not the water…that’s delicious) and now I’m a little pukey.
I could describe this feeling in detail as a writing exercise, but I’m sure you know what I am talking about. The uneasy, not quite calm before the storm, feeling of “yes, you are going to puke.” I’ve never been good at willing myself to puke, so I’m not going to attempt it. I am just going to take it easy and play the cards where they lay.
This could pass. I hope it passes. I’m willing the feeling to pass and I’m okay with having a lazy day today (although I was planning on hiking up Bald Mountain). A bit later I have an interview to do with a fellow from a Phoenix band who has a new record coming out. I just need to get through that, throw up if need be, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day.
*****
Sometimes it is chunky
And sometimes it burns.
Sometimes it is mostly beer
From one too many turns at the quarters table.
Sometimes it’s a bug
And sometimes just some bad food.
Sometimes the magic tricks come
From having a bad attitude.
Magic tricks is what we used to call it
When spins won out.
Producing something from nothing
Is always magic without a doubt.
Bad poems about puke
Are not fun to read.
*****
See you tomorrow.
Could it be these?
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