this happens to me so many damn times that i can only laugh at it now. i got a line trapped in my head last night. a line that would make for a pretty damn good poem. so, sure enough, as i'm taking the trash down to the end of the lane in my truck, the poem starts to write itself. and of course, i have no pen or paper on me. so, like the crazy fucker i am, i have to keep repeating it to myself until i get back up to the house to write it down. and as i'm repeating i'm adding more lines to it. so you would think it would be easy to just write it down when i get back up to the house. well, not exactly. i forgot the last few lines of what i came up with so the poem that came out of it is a little different than i thought it was going to be. basically, there's the long version of oh by the way, i happened to write a poem this morning.
i enjoyed the season finale of Saturday Night Live last night. helps that some of the best to be on the show in the last decade came back for it. also, i think i'm going to have to give St. Vincent a closer listen when i get the chance.
i did catch most of ROH last night. another great episode of some great pro wrestling. i'll probably check it out again at noon before the Yankees game.
the Yankees play a true doubleheader today. they have an off day tomorrow, so that's good. hopefully they can win both games and not get anyone injured in the process.
i figure i will also watch some playoff basketball and hockey today as well.
and if i can get a good nap in this afternoon, i figure i will make it through all the Sunday night shows. i've re-watched Penny Dreadful a few times in the last few days. this might be the first series i have been this excited for since Six Feet Under.
hope this finds everyone well. i'll be on here sometime in the afternoon tomorrow i guess. it's supposed to get warmer tomorrow, so i might end up being outside for awhile. i noticed the buzzards were out last evening. and when i went to feed the cats this morning, there was definitely the smell of death on the other side of the barn. i figure if it gets a little drier tomorrow, i may do some investigating. my best hunch is that something went to go die underneath one of the brush piles we have over there. i do have one cat that is "missing". i haven't seen it in a few weeks.
sorry for that tangent. sometimes when i start to write i just let the thoughts flow. and like most of my drunk elders, they have no sense of direction.
have a great end to the weekend. go get drunk and forget about work tomorrow.
take it easy... and if it's easy, take it again.
St. Paul & The Broken Bones - Half The City
Johnny Cash - Out Among The Stars
TV On The Radio - Nine Types of Light
"A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something." - Frank Capra