FUTURE BRAIN.

It's been a strange week for me. We had clients in town from Chicago on Monday and after a day in meetings, going over creative, we went out for one of those expensive meals where you don't feel like you ate anything. Afterwards we closed down Santa Monica with empty-ish stomachs that we filled with drinks. It was classic America debauchery. I felt like I was in a Cassavetes film. No chinese bookie was killed, but If one was, our party would have been investigated.

I awoke the next morning hung over, with Caleb perched on the bed watching the Backyardigans. It wasn't the weekend. It was Tuesday, and I wasn't a carefree 24 hour party person. I was a dude that needed to change a diaper, swap PJs for real clothes, walk a dog, eat a bowl of Golden Grahams, feed a dude some yogurt or something, kiss a wife and get in a line of cars driving slow speeds over a concrete hill. Balls.

That Monday outing gave time a surrealist tone that continues even now. Clocks aren't melting or anything, but I'm feel like Tuesday morning should have been Saturday morning. What I'm saying is, I'm living in 4 days in the future mentally, but I'm physically in the present! Could this be a plot for a Kevin Bacon movie? Answer: yes.

So far the near future is just okay mentally. I can't speak to how I'll feel physically or what will happen historically, but I do know that mentally I just feel okay about 4 days from now. I still support Obama despite what may be revealed about him between now and say Monday. I'm not excited about or frustrated by the Lakers despite the outcome of the two games that occur between now and Monday. Also, my weekend, the one that I'm about to have, wasn't that exciting I guess.