Another Week with WFL: Getting old and catching colds.

Let me preface this post with a disgusting profession of truth: nose hair sucks.  It sucks to a greater degree when you have a cold and are trying to trim it.

I'm drained, sitting here trying to focus on various projects, but am failing.  I had intended to bring a good book to read for inspirational distraction (Asimov's Foundation - brilliant book/series), but forgot it.  That's what a cold does to you..  It screws with your attempts at focus by acting like a bored, anxiety-ridden teenager pulling your pants down because you were so busy dealing with prior whimpers of said teenager that you forgot to put a belt on and now you are exposing your happy bunny briefs to everybody at the coffee shop.

I'm not actually wearing happy bunny briefs.  I'm wearing black microfiber boxer briefs.  Not that you asked, of course.

Working on redesigning Music by WFL (AKA "The Classic Sounds of My Life").  Been doing some promotion for "Liar's Snake", my blues band.  Also seeking a blues harmonica instructor.

Oh, and I'm getting glasses.  Tre Chic.  

We'll see if I'll be able to muster the focus and energy to write on of the blogs I've been conceptualizing for the past week or two.

Tonight, assuming I have the energy (I'm feeling better than I did yesterday), I'll be out drinking some bourbon and catching up with old friends.

One little amusing tidbit before I put my headphones on and zone out to some music: A fan of my music recently asked me if I'd be touring any small clubs in Latvia any time soon.  At least, that's what I think he/she said; English obviously wasn't a first language.