Or Wolfman. Or wolf, man. Whichever.

So, I survived another GD VD. To celebrate that, I’d like to start out with something that Dave showed me yesterday. Or rather that he let me listen to. If you missed his most recent post, he put this at the end and pointed it out, specifically, to me. So, I’m stealing it and sharing it with you. Or re-sharing. Whatever. It is very much in the vein of Motorhead, Nashville Pussy, Peter Pan Speedrock, etc. Or as we like to call it: “Drive Fast Music”. Enjoy.

So effin’ good. I will drive so five miles over the speed limit, it isn’t even funny.

Yesterday was another grueling day of getting dirty and sweaty and not getting to take a nap in my hammock. I did drink coffee, but it didn’t help. Sad face. Drugs are like that.

Speaking of drugs, my new meds are finally kicking in. How do I know? For one I haven’t freaked out in a restaurant again. Secondly, I’ve been sleeping like a baby. And waking up at 7:30 on the nose regardless of the fact that my alarm isn’t set to go off until 8.

Jerk.

I’ve also been dreaming. Weird, real dreams. So real that it takes me about thirty seconds of being awake to come to the realization that it was a dream and not real. And then I feel sad. Because the dreams are awesome. So many people, who aren’t me, are having so much of the best sex of their life. In my head. Right now. They’ll all have heart tattoos, that say Ian below them, on their asses by the end of the day. Guaranteed.

This morning is a morning of pancakes. All I care to eat of them. For five dollars. Join us.

Until then. . .

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC