I got up this past Monday for an attorney appointment around 9:00am, then got some breakfast and hung out, awake, until I turned off Nightline around midnight and hit the sack.
At 6:15am this morning my eyes popped open and I literally jumped out of bed completely rested. Warren Zevon playing in my head. For the prior week I have been so tired I spent 18 hours a day in bed, even when I got up I was still exhausted.
I saw a werewolf drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vic’s and his hair was perfect. I feel like a big bowl of beef chow mein.
OK, I know I wasn’t out creeping through the street and I don’t have any hair to look perfect. I also don’t believe in vampires, but this burst of energy is going strong and I’m feeling great.
I’ve lost around 38 pounds, slept enough in the last week for a month. I’m completely refreshed and feeling fantastic today on Friday. No pain, lots of gain. I’ll take it. Packing my shit today heading west Sunday night.
If I see Lon Chaney walking down the street with the queen….I’ll keep you posted. If my hair grows back in a few days…
I pray everyone who reads this feels as good as I do today. Time for some old truck time, later friends. Thank you Jesus, you’ve heard my prayers. While my bucket does have a hole in it, I feeling alright. Be safe on St. Patty’s Day.