The Rain Subsides....
Friday. Tired looking old coot, don't you think? Have to think about that. It was taken as I was preparing for the studio session last Saturday, testing the lights. Tired, tired. Time to retire (he says for the ten thousandth time).
Ah, well. Wackos abound. I'm just one of many out here in Journal Land, in this Blog-O-Sphere thing that's busted out. I'm going to take more self portraits here at the apartment, see if I can find a time of day when I don't look sleep deprived. Perhaps in the early afternoon when the hangover has worn off and the evening libation has yet to be poured.
You kid too much about this alcohol thing.
OK, but there is a kernel of truth in it so I figure I'll just put it out. I'm not drinking too much, but I'm drinking and when you're drinking you will occasionally drink too much. You know you're probably drinking too much if you feel you have to ask the question. And I felt reasonably crappy this morning, looking back on the morning as I write, realizing it was probably that almost bottle of sake I consumed last night. It got me to bed early. It got me a good night's sleep, although I took a nap late this morning thinking a nap might wake me up, might clear out the fog. A sign, I think, of last night's debauch. A sign a bottle is too much. I'm not one hundred percent sure, you understand, but it seems indicative, don't you think?
I wouldn't continue with the sake as you grow older.
Growing older is problematic. Still, even raining as it is, the day is developing, this second day of vacation; feeling like it's a Sunday instead of a Friday after two days off, feeling like it's developing into something good. I do have this irrational upside to me, you understand. I have plans, plans that will no doubt come closer to fruition if I take another nap. Maybe take one now before the rain subsides....