Yeah. So I fucking rocked the Go Kart track and the batting cages today.

What of it?

But I tell you, I am so woefully out of shape from sitting at a desk 8+ hours a day and writing and drinking coffee to stay awake, I am affright my buttocks will be sore from clenching them tightly to gain maximum velocity around Go Kart corners (an essential but yet supersecret component in gaining the Go Kart competitive edge) and my arms terribly stiff from knocking the balls out of the virtual ball park – something I haven’t done since, oh, 1988 – that tomorrow night - during the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion show - such youthful indiscretions played out today will inhibit me from shaking my ass and raising my arms to properly rock out.

Oh, sweet jesus. What have I done?