Ugh, I need another weekend to recover from my weekend. I made the executive decision to sleep in until 10:30 although I was up at 7. There was some very suspect noise coming from my sour BBQ and beer-soaked gutbag. There's a ton of work to be done this week, and I will need to be in much better mental and physical shape than I am today if I'm to get all the shit taken care of. Time to start some sort of regimen. This summer is going to be a make-or-break on a lot of levels.

I feel persecuted by my dreams at times. Awareness is a double-edged sword for sure. Right now I would that I were unaware of my head and my kidneys, but that's just wishful thinking. I'm stressed -- weight of the world and all -- and I can't relax. It's time to motivate, time to get back into the business of getting shit done. Let's get serious. Are you with me for the goose?