Great Moments in Green Initiative, Trucking

I was awake this morning at about four a.m., slouched in a camping chair, feet propped up on a table, reading by the back porch light. I've always been habitually nocturnal, but recurring headaches this last week (it's a tumor; I'm going to die) have kept me up to the point of exhaustion. Under most circumstances, I'd take being obliged to be awake as an excuse to read more, but the headaches make print almost unbearable to deal with. On a computer, I can hit CTRL and + and magnify the fonts on a website, or I can type in 24pt. Book text remains stubbornly, space-efficiently small.

For whatever reason, I forced myself to read a book last night, in spite of the headache, to get shit done, to preserve my occasional reputation as someone who can get shit done completely, so that when strangers ask associates of mine, "Who is that man? What kind of man would you say he is?" they can reply, "He is a shit-done getter in such comprehensive ways that his shit-done-ing admits of no incompletion. He's a man who gets. shit. done. Completely."