i'm running on fumes

i got an email yesterday from a publisher wanting to know if i would like to send him some work. of course i said yes, knowing damn well that i hardly have anything sitting around that i've written. so, there i was, at 3 in the morning, listening to techno and pounding out 5 poems. i typed them up this morning and holy shit, i actually like a few of these. they will be sent out tomorrow in a couple of submissions. more details will come tomorrow.

and while we're on the topic of poetry, the poet of the day on my Google+ page is my good friend Ross Vassilev.

what a massive win last night for the New York Rangers. Hank played probably the best i have ever seen him play in net. nearly 50 saves in a 4-1 win over Carolina. below are the game highlights

for some damn reason i did follow the Yankee game yesterday from time to time online. why? i suppose i'm a glutton for punishment. my pitching theory is still holding true. Detroit goes for the sweep today. i'll probably watch some of the game just so i can get some sleep.

and i will need that sleep as not only do i have Wrestlemania to watch this evening, but also all the season finales of the Showtime shows. this will be another late one for this old man.

can't say i remember much of Saturday Night Live or ROH last night. i was busy trying to figure out what to write. i remember watching both but my mind was clearly elsewhere.

i did watch the Final 4 last night. much like most of this tournament, i got half of it right. i picked Louisville before the whole thing started to win. on Monday i'll see if i was correct. and seeing they are playing a school i absolutely can't stand, i'll be all in for Louisville.

and to whet the taste buds for this evening, here is my good friend "Primetime" Sam Roberts interviewing CM Punk about Wrestlemania

that is all. the trash is picked up and all the animals are fed. i'm off to go read the Sunday paper, watch a little hockey and take one long nap.

music today:

Prodigy - The Fat of the Land
AC/DC - High Voltage

"Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack." - Rainer Maria Rilke