Repetitive Suckitude Syndrome

I’m told it’s everything a man could want and I shouldn’t complain

The caffeine has failed me. I’m in a stupor. I’m in a daze. Fuuuuuuuck.

I’ve been productive at work but we’re fast approaching that threshold of diminishing returns. I’m now doing everything twice because the first attempt is undermined by my barely alert, robotic state of mind. As soon as I finish a task I realize I don’t really remember having started it so I go back and do it again, this time with my eyes fuckin’ open. They’d be better off paying me to go home right now, but that’s not going to happen so I’m stuck to fight through it. I’ve got the heart of a fuckin’ champion, people. Never doubt my ass.

Bruce Springsteen has been my tryptophan today. I spent most of the afternoon listening to The Wild, The Innocent, & The E Street Shuffle and Live at the Hammersmith Odeon ‘75. Both are terrific listens — especially that Hammersmith gig — but I’ve got to change the tuning to try and get a jolt.

ENTER JACK WHITE. “Consolers of the Lonely” is going to be the best song I hear this year, I’m convinced of it. I’d love to be proved wrong because there’s still over six months to go and that’s such a high mark for someone to eclipse. I’d love to hear the song that tops that this year. What a fuckin’ great song. The Black Keys’ “So He Won’t Break” would have taken that title in many years and I’ve just been reminded of why- two great songs released within weeks of each other.

I feel life slowly returning to me but I know this is temporary. I hope I have enough juice to get from here to my bed. Let my people go!

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