I took a day off today. I was just completely burnt. A lot of it because of work, but it's also because of the fender bender on Saturday, and recording all day on Sunday. I got to work yesterday and I knew I needed a day off.
So last night I got completely smashed, drank until I collapsed, and recovered today, everything running in slo-mo and constantly on the brink of tears for no reason whatsoever. I recovered enough by the evening to meet Ritu to see "Ghost Dog" that we had planned on last week. She likes what Jim Jarmusch has done before and she's into rap, so she was anticipating this film. It was good.
Ritu is cool, she knew what was up. When I called in sick, she said, "Sure, so I'll meet you for the movie?"
