Holy Jeebus. I feel awful.

So Black Mountain played at the Magic Stick last night. We decided to drive down early, hang w/ Jack, see the show, then drive back.  We from Traverse, its how we do. No big deal, right?

Wrong.

By about midday I was already feeling pretty tired. We ended up drinking a bit the night before and I was feeling it, so I had an impending sense of doom regarding this drive back pretty much all day but I did my best to think positive. Anyway, we ate some good food and shit, hit up the show, had our brains melted by how good Black Mountain were. David Vandervelde opened, which was actually really good, for fans of Tom Petty anyway (which I am).
 Really though, Black Mountain have an amazing live sound. I love that they have the ability to lay down absolutely crushing stoner rock riffs at will, but only do so sparingly, which lends them even more power. So so good. I would describe this in a way that made better sense, but my brain is dying.
So yeah, we get out of the show, Jack drives  my car back to Ypsi just for a little break, and then we head out. At first, Im going strong. FTW. By about half-way, I was totally wrecked. My eyes stop focusing and we were in serious danger of my sleepy ass catapulting us over the median, so I played the entire Terror discography in my brain all at once just so I could SMASH THROUGH the last 40 miles to the next Rest Area. We found a dark-ish parking spot, then proceeded to sleep til LIKE 5AM FUCK. I meant to take a cat nap. The rest of the drive was still really tough, but a last minute tactical maneuver involving coffee and Holy Fuck got us home. Aaron went in to the store, because she is a champion (and got to sleep while I was driving) and I proceeded to spend the first half of the day writhing in psychic pain that can only be achieved by such an asinine sleep/travel schedule. My brain hurts. I have no concept of time other than tomorrow being the 4th, which means we have to work all goddamn day. SUNDAY IS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR DAY OFF. GIVE ME MONEY.