Half-way of November, Bleary Eyed

La Guitarra de Martin Sanchez is at the half-way point, but I'll need more inspiration tonight.  That will come in a musical montage, in the form of Huey Lewis.  Visuals: ice water face bath, dancing down the aisle of Walmart as I stare at the vitamin section looking for novelty horse-sized anabolic steroids, eating them with a Monster, flying through the air like Neo at the end of Matrix, stopping in a cloud, eyes aglow, spinning like a banshee.  Then, I swoop down to the computer and push another 6,000 words in the next day.  Like a boss.  Then the song "Like a Boss" comes on.

Word Olivia!