the Dayton Flyers basically beat themselves today in a 67-59 loss to St. Louis. the good thing about them playing bad was it was easy for my anger to block out the pain in my neck/shoulder/arm. might be the worst home game i remember in years. pitiful.
went with my mother to Best Buy south of town so she could pick up her new laptop. i browsed around the store and came across the Manchester United game. much like i predicted, since i wasn't watching it, United won 2-0. figures. i'm happy they got the points though.
last night, the New York Rangers got a miracle goal from Rick Nash in the last 2 minutes to win 3-2. here are the highlights:
i know SNL is a rerun tonight so all i'll be watching is ROH. i believe Kevin Steen is wrestling Chris Hero tonight. i'm really looking forward to that.
as i was trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep in last night (i never did by the way), i did write 3 new poems. i will type them up sometime this weekend.
that's all for me. i'll be on here tomorrow in the morning after i get all the trash picked up. the weather is in a crazy stage at the moment. in the 50's with a strong breeze that makes it feel like the 30's. good times. glad i put the birdseed in the feeders this morning before i left. it's mostly on the ground now.
hope everyone is well. peace and chicken grease.
Beethoven - Symphony No. 9
"I never expect to see a perfect work from an imperfect man." - Alexander Hamilton