My Friday routine:
1 | Haul my tired old-man carcass out of bed (or off the couch where I’ve been working all night);
2 | Decide between tea and coffee (depending on 1);
3 | Read the one and only Serge Bielanko’s dependably great weekly essay and wish I could sling words together half as goddamn beautifully as he does;
4 | Sigh heavily, gird my loins, open my email and try not to despair;
5 | Spend several hours wading through 500-1,000+ new missives, saved emails, notifications, reminders, followups and skeevy bullshit to assemble another Weekend Mixtape — while nodding my head in approval at the pearls and rolling my eyes in disgust at the rubbish;
6 | Try to think of a Mixtape introduction that doesn’t totally suck donkey balls;
7 | Give up, pull something out of my butt, post the whole sorry mess and be done with it, fer chrissakes;
8 | Shake my head and wonder what the hell is wrong with me;
9 | 🍺 — which is also how today’s Tinnitist-approved tracks are tagged. Enjoy.
