Veerrrryyyy Slllooooowwww

This morning I awoke to discover Calvins miracle hangover prevention does indeed live up to its monicker. The only thing it didnt fend off was overpowering tiredness that didn't wear off for the whole day, manifesting itself in the form of complete brainlessness; total inability to comprehend simple instructions. I had breakfast at macdonalds which wasn't at all unpleasant; the bagels were nice and were extremely cheap but there's always something I find disheartening about eating in a fast food chain. I left with a satisfied stomach but somewhat disappointed about the experience. Work went well, it was apparently a fairly quiet day but I got through it without getting very bored. I did happen to serve the most attractive female I have ever witnessed. I even initiated an acceptable level of banter with her as opposed to my usual routine of awkward fumbling and stuttering. The evening went without any real consequence, except for the bus journey home where for some reason I didn't have to pay, and I started listening to one of my favourite bands of a couple of years ago. Thus song of the day is Fight for your King by Fairyland. It's ridiculously cheesy but i find that acceptable. While the whole song is pretty good, the instrumental part before the solo at 3:00 blows my mind. I get goosebumps every time I hear it.