33. Wake up and fight!

Woke up to a morning full of fate. You see I don't have to count the drawers when I close the record store tonight, which translates to me only doing simple enough, hands on work that I can do with my right hand tied behind my back & eyes closed... or stoned.

So I turned on my record played, turned on my computer, sat back, lit up and watched everything sync up. As Jeff Tweedy's cover of Simple Twist of Fate started running through my ears a small ad appeared on the MPR website informing me tickets for his show in Rochester go on sale tomorrow. I did a double take and chuckled as the way the beam works sometimes. Whewfta, you see, had I not taken this road today I very likely would never have known about that show until it was sold out and too late. whewfta.

My next step was too feed the addication 500,000 million others suffer from every day, the Facebook. I signed on, with a mild amount of self loathing and what should appear on my screen but a message from Katy, entitled Wake up and Fight! Which is enough to get me really beleiving in the beam and my luck, but just in case, it's about Woody Guthrie, who I fell asleep listening to last night.