Fishstick Friday

All I can think about right now is fresh guacamole, cold Corona’s and hot hot sun.

Starkly opposite of that is what I actually have to think about: Deadlines and details and bullshitting my ass off.  I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t crack down the middle and get carried away to a place where the closest thing resembling guacamole is the mold growing in the showers.

I have this dull feeling in the front of my head and I am convinced that its because my brain is starting to go into a state of atrophy. Perhaps another diet coke will help.