Saturday Night Serenity

Eee gads, I’m starting yet another blog. This one I promise to maintain. No for reals guys, I kid you not. I’ll be headed off to Japan come July 12th. Ample opportunities abound, I intend to participate in a glorious array of activities. Amidst such diversions will be the procurement of totally sweet schwag for the boys and girls I know and cherish dearly. You know who you are.

So what have I been up to? More like what have I not been up to. My life philosophy has always been “Why go half way with anything when you can over do it?” Thanks to the magic of sports supplements and nootropics I stimulated myself into manium this past quarter of graduate school. Had a viscious streak of anxiety attacks in late May due to stress and, I’m sure, the supplements. It’s been a long road toward recovery.

Fast forward to today, and I’m still tired. Constantly. I wake up and want to fall back asleep immediately. The problem is my body won’t let me. And I have a funky eye twitch, tracers, halos, light sensitivity, headaches… it plain sucks. Peter, paintball is looking hazy at this point. Sorry bro.

Alas, my days until Japan will be spent lying down and moving as minimally as possible. I’m off training for the moment, so no workouts. I’m barely playing guitar thanks to the ravages of shows and recording. In fact, I pretty much watch TV and read all day, and even the reading can be a challenge. Up on my priority list has been the ever elusive novel, as well as a handbook for college students who want to improve their bodies and health, rather than necessarily destroy all semblence of vitality.

Since this is the introductory post, nothing too spectacular on tap. Caffeine withdrawals aren’t helping either. Jeez this sounds whiny. Okay, henceforth, no complaining, only serious rawk. See you tomorrow!