Ever just have an off day?
I went up to Manning on Sunday to hit the slopes, and just couldn't get interested. I've had off days before where I couldn't make anything work; I've had crap days where the weather was just too cruddy; I've had bad days for any number of other reasons. But I've never had a day where, for no reason that I can see, I just didn't feel like it.
WTF? Is this an end-of-season thing? Or do I need an MRI?
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.