Relaxashawn

I feel good. Today was excellent. I slept in (when you don't get out of bed until 2:30pm can it even be called "sleeping in?" how about "dead to the world?"), got a delicious turkey sammich delivered, then took a nice, long walk down the tracks to the old Black Bridge (which has recently been rebuilt, and is now an industrial green-grey colour) where I sat, feet dangling over the water, and dug into the new Stephen King novel. Sparks at my side, my shirt off to catch some Sun (holy shit, was I "tanning?" I think I was, God help me), I read. And read. For, like, a few hours. It was beyond wonderful.

Then I walked back home where I sat in the backyard, drinking a Cold Beer, smoking a cigar, listening to Hamza El Din, and reading even more. I loves me some reading. I'm totally mellow and chilled out right now, almost zen-like.

Too mellow.

I shall rectify this by playing drums along with my Badlands album, drinking several Sparks, and working myself into a caffeine and adrenaline induced fervor. After all, no one likes a mellow Shawn.

Oh yeah- I got an URGENT RECALL NOTICE in the mail today. Apparently there is a problem with the "floor shifter ign/park interlock" on my Dodge Stratus ("I drive a Dodge Stratus!"). Sounds dangerous. I guess I'll go get it fixed even though I kind of like the idea of my car possibly killing me. Is that weird?