I laid myself down for a nap at 5:30pm, and awoke at 6:15 as the final strains of Vangelis Oceanic petered out on the boom-box in the bedroom, and realized that the world looks a LOT better when seen from the far side of a nap.
I left work a little early for a round of Disc Golf (all that talk about discs… I couldn’t help myself) and had a LOUSY round. My game is shot. Couldn’t drive, couldn’t approach, couldn’t putt. I shot 6 over on 9 holes, and that’s not counting the additional three to five strokes I should have taken for temper-tantrum putts that bounced back out of the basket. When you huck the disc REALLY HARD from point-blank it makes a satisfying sound, but seldom stays in.
Anyway, post-nap I felt much better. Why should a bad round of DG get me down? Answer: it shouldn’t. I got up, treated myself to a SECOND Carl’s Junior burger (classic double cheese with bacon, minus the C&M, plus Thousand Island, in a lettuce wrap) and some Diet Pepsi Vanilla… I feel good. I would have felt fine WITHOUT the treat-food dinner-for-people-on-low-carb-diets, but it was only two bucks.