if anyone wants to know why i'll probably die a good 30 years before i was "supposed" to, i can't help but think it's going to be due to a lack of sleep. and this is not a recent problem for me. i can remember my mother catching me awake at 4 in the morning when i was a child. of course, i watching dirty movies, mostly Cinemax. hell, anytime i see Shannon Tweed i get a hard on to this day.
i survived the stores yesterday. i got everything we needed and managed to keep it all under $100. not too bad.
mom is feeling better this morning. she seems to be talking better and walking better as well. that relieves my mind a great deal.
i did watch Sonic Highways last night. another good episode. i loved seeing all the old footage from Austin City Limits.
Manchester United plays Crystal Palace in a few minutes. hopefully they can start my day off right with a win.
after that, i need to get all my shit done. a shower, the cats, trash, etc.
tonight is going to be a clusterfuck. the Dayton Flyers play their exhibition game tonight at UD Arena. chances are i'm going to go by myself. mom isn't interested. so, i might have to make some calls. also tonight, the New York Rangers are up in Toronto. tonight marks the season debut for Derek Stepan. that should go a long way to getting the lines back in order. also tonight, Ohio State plays at Michigan State in basically an elimination game. on top of all that, i also want to watch some boxing and the new episode of ROH. thankfully, i believe SNL is a rerun. of course, it's the episode i missed so i'll probably end up watching it. gee, i wonder why i never sleep.
i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. i suppose it will be before mom makes me go look at the house next to her brother's. mom and i sort of got into it yesterday about it. she wants a 3 bedroom house and of course this one only has 2. so, i sort of bluntly asked her why is she still settling at the age of 61. she feels bad that my sister wouldn't have a bedroom. i told her i wouldn't feel bad that my sister would have to sleep on a couch when i would have to listen to you bitch seven days a week about how you should have got a house with 3 bedrooms. and then i hammered it home asking why she has given the impression to everyone that she is interested in the house to begin with and already has my sister figuring out how to pay for it. not sure a child should ever have to give their parent a pep talk, but i seem to have to every other week anymore. it's hard for me not to come off as the asshole in these "talks". good thing for me that i don't care about that kind of shit. so, yeah, that Monday blog could be one for the ages.
that's all for me for now. i do hope all 3 of you that read this have a great weekend. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
The Killers - When You Were Young
Tinsley Ellis - Kiss of Death
Low - Stay
Brandi Carlile - Creep (Live)
Soul Coughing - Super Bon Bon
"Despair has its own calms." - Bram Stoker
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