It feels very much like an LSD night at the moment, but.... I have to be alert enough to tend to a puppy tomorrow, and energy is slight....
Still, there's got to be a sufficient rationalization to have me convince myself it's alright..
I'll work on it...
The music above was played through some dynamite Pioneer headphones in about 1975 or 1976, while doing some stout blotter. Though it was the entire Lp on a turntable back then.... Maybe that was the trigger for this urge?
Defenseless in the presence of overwhelming inevitability? Nah... Still too dishonest... Abstract creative, ethereal, stardust and spaceshit nonsense, but still too dishonest.
Just do it, beg the puppy's forgiveness after the fact, and try to make ends meet tomorrow with one eye open? Seems pretty cheesy. Not a valid basis for a compelling excuse. Too premeditated.