Why do I bring this up? No reason, really. It's just what happened to hop into my drug-addled brain today. Maybe it's my own way of telling me it's time to find another use for my own salt mine. Fucked if I know. I'm sitting here at work in an unreasonable funk considering the quality and quantity of drugs I'm on (and by prescription this time) today. There's something tickling at the edge of my consciousness and I want to know what it is... but every time I try to focus on it and drag it out of the depths, it retreats. Then if I think of something else, there it is niggling at me again.
It already seems like it was longer ago than Friday that I saw the Asylum Street Spankers for the first time, sans Christina Marrs and with two of the guys from Brave Combo. It was a pretty good show. I found myself humming or singing along to quite a few of the tunes, and I was mightily impressed with the musical talents assembled on stage. They were a lot of fun to watch, and the venue was very intimate. I think they even managed to play all of their songs that I really like. So it was a very interesting evening. I think I finally hit the sack at around 4am Saturday morning.
I pretty-much spent the rest of the weekend drugged and resting, trying to get my back to feel better. In some ways it's a lot better than it was, but not as good as it should be. I'm still drifting about, though, pretending to keep to my routine as best as I can...hoping no one asks me any important questions right now.