Good, Better, Worst.

Tuesday I got up and ran 1 mile. I clock in at 6:49. Not my best, but sitting under 7 real nice. I was half asleep for the entire run. This continued after my shower, eggs and into my work morning. My 9 ‘o'clock coffee did the trick. I don’t know if you are aware of this or not, but I only drink one cup of coffee during my full day at the shop. I usually wait until 9:00 am or after for my fix which I make via a pour over every day. I love this process. Not only does it taste good, the build up and excitement while I make the cup is the best. I then sip the coffee right about the time Brett and I start talking on Facebook chat and the next hour or two is deemed “hyper drive”. This is the point where I type superfast, feel creative and get stuff done, often pointless tasks like setting up a band account on Google +. And that’s your daily digress.
Over the weekend Mel started her project she has been talking about since her trip to Florida: covering the counter in pennies with a coat of lacquer on top. She glued several rows over the weekend and Monday and Tuesday I did a few myself. 

I left work at 5 and went back to the apartment where I met Caleb and Doyle. We stopped and got Brian some cotton candy so he would be nice at practice.
Practice went so well. We ran through the set twice and the newer song 4 or 5 times. It is really coming together and Caleb’s bass sounded really great.
After practice we drove down to the apartment where Caleb left and Doyle and hung out while everyone that was going to come over for a pre 4th party bailed. We then decided to make the most of it and head to Kroger where we bought $15 worth of chicken tenders, fries and barb b q sauce. We proceeded to eat most of it while watching a few Sunnys. Stuart and Evan got back from doing it or something and we all sat around and watched something (I forget what) until Doyle left. I then fell asleep while Stuart and Evan watched Bob’s Burgers. I eventually dragged myself into bed and passed out. Had awful dreams and woke up hating myself.