Last night while leaving my office/tv studio/garage, I clocked my head something fierce on one of the door’s metal brackets. Seeing stars and tweety birds and all that stuff, I luckily maintained my grip on my laptop. My disposition, on the other hand, started to slowly slip immediately, taking hours to reveal a noticeable but clear difference.

I am definitely a little light headed, and not worried about a great many things anymore. The problem though, is that the things I was worried about were not anxious frivolities in my brain like nuclear war or spiders. They were legitimate things that deserved attention and consternation until solved. Stuff like health insurance and mosquitos.

Meh. It’s roughly 7 degrees cooler today than the standard Valley 105, but it’s a chill 68 in my head. My sandals feel like pillows and a gentle breeze is rustling through my BVD’s. I believe I’ll have some lemonade.

If this is a minor concussion, it’s totally awesome. It’s probably not, but I’m going to play Zelda for a bit and stare at a lava lamp. That’s what I used to do when I felt this way in college.

Maybe I’ll put on some Floyd.