{"id":21949,"date":"2015-03-06T16:00:18","date_gmt":"2015-03-06T21:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=21949"},"modified":"2015-03-06T12:27:06","modified_gmt":"2015-03-06T17:27:06","slug":"flush-it-friday-sleep-is-for-the-broke-and-boring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/flush-it-friday-sleep-is-for-the-broke-and-boring\/","title":{"rendered":"Flush It Friday: Sleep is for the Broke and Boring"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This week, Flush It Friday<\/strong> is brought to you by a very cranky pumpkin baby by the name of HessianHunter<\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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The Bad:<\/strong> I am typing this at 4:30 AM the day of publication because my life is fucking absurd. I just worked about 17 hours between 8 AM Thursday and 4 AM Friday. I\u2019m used to working long doubles between my two jobs, but this last day was particularly outrageous. Inexcusable, really. I missed seeing my friends play with Mutilation Rites<\/strong> because my coworker is on tour and I gotta cover for him. I feel like cold, wet garbage from staying up late for shows and getting up early to teach kids so many days in a row, and then working my other job where I bike food to drunk college kids in bone-freezing Minnesota winters.<\/p>\n

I end up biking well over a hundred of miles a week in snowy, busy streets, starting and stopping constantly and swerving around idiotic\/slow drivers. That shit makes me ache. Then I go play drums like Animal from The Muppets<\/a> and get even more sore. Then I go see a sick band like Whores.<\/a><\/strong> play and drink and dance a bunch and get even sore-er-er. Then I sleep 4 hours and do the shit all over again. Almost every day. For years now.<\/p>\n

All this bodily abuse is starting to get to me. My feet hate me for shoving them into tight-fitting clipless bike shoes so often. My calves scream for mercy when I start double-kicking at band practice after a full day of courier work. The knots in my neck muscles have a mortgage and two kids by now, they\u2019re so old. Don\u2019t even get me started on how chapped my ass gets from sitting in a bike saddle all day.<\/p>\n

The Good:<\/strong>\u00a0When I deliver on the darkest, coldest nights, no matter how bleak the roads, how cruel the winds, or hammered the Chads and Britneys on campus are, there is a light. My path is illuminated by my personal Lord and Savior of having a righteous time, the Party Pope himself, Andrew WK<\/strong>. Not only do his righteous jams<\/a> fill my legs with vim and vigor, but this sage advice always gives me resolve for the long roads ahead, both literal and metaphorical.<\/p>\n

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PARTY TIP: It's not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be amazing.<\/p>\n

— ANDREW W.K. (@AndrewWK) November 20, 2013<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n