I’ve taken my first sip of a vanilla-caramel-brownie coffee just now, and I might just be in heaven.  My eyes, bloodshot and puffy, still sting from last night’s over-caffeination and late-Tuesday-night escapades downtown, both of which have left me quite sleep-deprived this morning.

I’m still not quite sure how I managed it, but somewhere along the way from Framingham to downtown Boston last night, I ended up in Dorchester, and then in Hyde Park.  Having driven the streets of downtown Boston countless times, I could only surmise that Google Maps was secretly plotting against me and leading me into total and utter chaos.

I made it, eventually, after an hour and a half of furious U-turns and cut-offs (and the occasional horn-beep), and had a blast failing my teammates at trivia.  Sure, it was my first time out for it, but I couldn’t help but want to kick my own ignorant ass.  Frickin’ Miami Vice.  Dammit!!!

In my glorified power-nap of early morning slumber, I had a dream in which I sat with the mother of Jane Goody, former UK reality television star who lost her battle with cervical cancer earlier this year.  I was puzzled over the dream upon waking, and reached over to my phone to find that Sen. Ted Kennedy had passed in the night, succumbing to his brain cancer.

That’s some heavy shit at 6:30 in the morning.

There was the expected media blitz on the morning news relating to Mr. Kennedy’s death, and I stopped for a moment to take in how fortunate I felt to live in this state and feel so close to ‘the people’s senator’.  While the rest of the nation will certainly mourn the younger brother of JFK, to us here in the bay state he will always remain a delicate mixture of the everyday man who happens to be larger than life.

I’m tired.  I’m really tired.  But my mind isn’t, so here’s to hoping I can maximize on that today.  I wonder if CNBR has listened to the mix yet.  I wonder if, when I get home later, my computer won’t still be crashing at every turn like liquored-up pensioner on holiday.

Testicles.  That is all.

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