Is not the topic of this post. Isn't it unfortunate to lose an hour of sleep? My head is banging murderously from the combination of tequila and red wine. I am unlucky yet I am ready to give birth to new ideas.
Here is what I am imagining:
A small fortress in the woods surrounding the suburbs. It is a fortress made of stone. There is a small tacky restaurant inside the fortress that makes amazinig chicken tenders with spicy dipping sauce. There are pictures of local residents on the walls, they are not so unattractive as you would think. There is a small dance floor. I go out onto the dance floor by myself, after having fortified myself with the tenders. I remove my shirt to reveal my strange hairy chest. I get on my knees and wait for strangeness to rain down upon me. I am wearing a heavy belt and cowboy boots with my blue corduroys. I am covered in so much fur, no one can believe it. The owner threatens to have me removed, yet I stay in one spot motionless. Eventually the epiphanies roll over me. I understand everything all at once. That is my imagining for this morning.
I need to go partake of some coffee now. I am excited about this evening as I will be headed directly to Ned's for chumliness and good will.