stopped in last night and there was Adrian. good to see him but he insisted on mixing in tequila and I sort of acquiesced. the night grew late, the day came early, and the residual fog - not complaining, just describing - has proven not so conducive to creative efforts. so I believe I won't force it and will instead head to KS, have a couple pints of hair o' the dog, find a ballgame to aim my eyes at, to bed and then up early, have a better at-bat tomorrow. today's a strikeout.
hi ho, hi ho, to the southwest I go.