No, I didn’t take a pill in Ibiza. Or drink too much Abita.
But the day ain’t over, yet. Not by a long shot.
So this didn’t happen while I waited in line for 30 minutes at the LSU bookstore to spend $300 on 2 used books, but I totally tried to instigate one:
Football season opener next week. It may be the only game I get to watch in it’s entirety. Mostly because they hold these suckers outside. In Louisiana. Where it’s hotter than Satan’s steam room on the 4th of July.
I really need to stop procrastinating and just get it over with. It’s the only way to get finished. Yesterday, I basked in the accomplishment of achieving the halfway mark. Today, I face the brutal reality that there are 2 years left of uphill climbing.
Thank you to everybody who has been so supportive of me. I appreciate all the encouragement as I try to remember that it “ain’t about how fast I get there, ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.”