Sometimes, death metal is the only way to get through a week where I'm at. Country no longer cuts it, and reggae isn't making a dent. I will need to find the Deathklok album sometime this weekend, if I can make it a weekend without being sick, that is.
I would have enjoyed a delicious dinner Saturday night with Dangerblond and Sophmom had the illness not caught up to me. We had watched the Georgia-Vanderbilt game (and the LSU-Kentucky game) together at Carrolton Station. But when I made it to the restaurant, well, we'll just say that bailing out early was a very good idea. I made it back to Octavia Street just in time, and then passed out for 12 hours. Not only did I miss dinner with the ladies, but I missed a party with some friends, a concert by the Black Rose Band at Circle Bar, and the Drive By Truckers at Tip's.
This is my life now, and why I am absolutely counting down the days (currently 159) before my current misadventure is over. NEVER let it be said I don't go into things without an exit strategy.
It was awesome to hang with the ladies (even if Liprap decided not to come watch feetball, too). They had called me earlier in the day to watch the movie "Left Behind" about the New Orleans public schools, but seeing as I watched that movie last year and my current employment gives me something like a front row seat, I passed on that for the football. But they caught up to me at the bar before I had to beat my hasty retreat, and I had lunch with the Dangerous one on Sunday at Parkway Bakery (Sophmom was already on her way back to the home country).
'Tis good to hear about lives in the real world...if only for a minute.
But since I don't live in the real world, I will entertain a revenge fantasy: when I rule the world, the purveyors of standardized testing will be destroyed ruthlessly with extreme prejudice. Because standardized testing is destroying our society from within. It is the evil mothers warn their children about at night. Be warned. That is where I start when the revolution comes.