The dry scalp I’ve had for the past three or so weeks must finally have penetrated my brain. After a deliciously filling dinner of two Bahn Mi sandwiches I arrived home to realize that I left my laptop at the office.
Had I not wanted to actually do some coding last night I might have been able to convince myself to relax and remain at home. Instead, I packed up my shit and drove all the way back to the Perimeter Mall area in order to fetch it.
There was a part of me that considered sleeping at the office, or getting a nearby hotel room, but in the end I decided that traffic was light enough to return home. What’s another forty miles on the old M6, right? As an added bonus I filled up the M6’s tank with gas in preparation for tonight’s journey.
It’s Not Mousse, It’s Steroids Baby
If you see me during the next week starting tomorrow you may wonder about my new fashion statement. Since my body has been incapable of healing itself I will begin a treatment of steroid cream tonight.
You know it’s funny, just when I think that I can’t have anything else happen to me that will make me less attractive to women, I am proven wrong.
Maybe Beer Will Help?
I’m looking forward to joining ITP-Readers Stacy and Barb, and friends, at Monday Night Brewing. Maybe beer and good friends will improve my mood.