I hate Wednesdays. I’ve been in a haze all day for apparantly no reason. I don’t know how many things I’ve bumped into. After a while it hurts, but still no sign of consciousness at all. I told my supervisor that I should probably get a lobotomy. It actually sounds like a viable option at this point. For some reason, I have picked up Ulysses by James Joyce again. I will attempt it, but I’m not making any promises. This weekend is Dead Low Tide @ the Troubadour. Yay! Since my lazy ass missed them back in March, I will go. Now in a haze that is just as thick as it was when I first started typing, I will leave for now.