Friday, March 28, 2014

the aftermath


The Dayton Flyers are 40 minutes away from possibly going to The Final Four. i am actually having a hard time fucking believing i just typed that sentence. if they beat Florida tomorrow night, welcome to the apocalypse. also, say goodbye to the campus. there was 28 arrests after the win last night. they might have to arrest everyone in the city if they win tomorrow night. HOLY SHIT.

i went to the doctor today. he believes i am progressing really well with my pinched nerve. i brought up some concerns on some pain i am having in my shoulders and ankles and my family history of arthritis. so, he gave me a drug for that since i really don't take much medication at all. now, i'm not sure if it was the fact that sun came out today or the basketball game from last night, but there was some fuck up between the doctor's office and the pharmacy. and i didn't get that drug when i was there with my mother earlier today. she didn't get all of her meds either. so, i'm hoping i will start that tomorrow. and if that works, that will get me off of the pain pills completely.

the New York Rangers play in Calgary tonight. hopefully their winning ways can continue.

i was feeling a little artsy fartsy today and bought some markers and paper for markers at the store. i'm thinking i might come up with some new shit for a YouTube video.

i'm planning on doing some writing late tonight. i've got a few ideas racing in my head. that's what happens when i spend most of the day people watching at the supermarket and at the sports bar.

i'll be on here sometime after Manchester United plays in the morning. hopefully they win and put me in a good mood for the Dayton game Saturday night.

hopefully this dream never ends.

that's all for me kids. hope this finds all of you well. until we meet again.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
M83. - Hurry Up, We're Dreaming.

"I always wanted to be a basketball player." - Ronnie James Dio

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