at least i didn't wake up at 5 a.m. like yesterday. we've had some real rain for a change around here, even a little fog. as much as we need it, it is a nightmare for my bad back. but i'll accept discomfort if the corn can hang on and produce something this year.
tried watching the Yankee game last night but it was like one big blah. Sweaty Freddy dug a hole and the bats were left on the plane. at least Swisher hit a home run in the 9th to keep the run scoring streak going. it was the first loss in Oakland since 2010. win the next 3 and no one will give a shit about one loss.
after giving it a good week, i'm all in on Big Brother. a damn guilty pleasure i can't escape. fuckers.
no real plans for the weekend. the humidity is actually supposed to break and it's going to be nice. at least on paper. some outside yard work might be in order if paper becomes reality. other than that, sports (Yankees, Manchester United) and some poetry are in order.
go to www.notsam.com if you'd like to laugh your ass off. Primetime Sam Roberts has posted episode #22 of The Sam Roberts Show Online. highly recommended.
not really sure what i want to say about the Batman shooting. but i think i know what i'll be writing about this weekend...
music this morning:
Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom." - Francis Bacon