Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape

Another whirlwind work week has drawn to a close. Got the truck back, got the room looking like its habitable, and got some free to time relax and check off some to-do list items this weekend.

My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still

No real stresses (sike), no real worries (yeah right), no real beef (oh word), and no telltale signs that I'm even headed n the right direction. But hey. life is just that, right? A whim. An invariable snare kick to which I can go at my own pace in search of happiness and nappiness.

Stay fluid even in staccato
-Mos Def, "Hip Hop"

So maybe I'll find some ie to truly focus on this fuqing essay and bang it out like it should be done. I want to chalk it up to my normal bouts of procrastination, but I am obviously yping this shT instead of writing it, right? Ummm word. But on a good note, slow bus sis is really getting into a groove. Shorty's been breaking double-digits th last two games, including a serious a$$ kicking display in OT last night in Wellesley. So tomorrow's game should be pretty fun. Hopefully, it won't be the highlight of my weekend, but oh what the hell. She got a free whip right now, so fuq it, right?