Super loveable Canadian tennis sensation Leylah Fernandez
(currently giving it all she's got
at the National Bank Open in Toronto)
As I have grown to hate going into coffee shops and cafés before I'm even awake, this morning I drank two high-octane roast Nespresso coffees—the aptly named Intenso blend—as I went about writing and recording a 21st century blues for voice and guitar called "Epstein in Hades and the Pollen Outlook," which you can find over at the Jason Philip Wierzba Bandcamp and which was a pleasure to execute; I believe it in all humility to be one of the funniest things I've ever done with a guitar, my mouth, and my racing thoughts. I'm determined to force us all to laugh and make merry, beset though we are by the horrors. After that I went to my favourite A.A. meeting and shared, in part, about how my increasingly short temper increasingly makes an ass of me. You'd think I'd learn! Following the meeting, which was excellent as usual, I went for a little adventure in Kensington and treated myself to a bratwurst at the little silvery food blimp outside the Plaza Theatre. My right foot hurts like a motherfucker today, but I nevertheless enjoyed myself quite a lot.
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