when you get too much sleep

and the funny thing, you probably read that headline and thought, 10, 11 hours or something... no, i got roughly 6.5 hours of sleep and have been dragging all damn day. not even coffee could get me going. eventually, i did just kick myself in the ass and got on with the day.

i sent out 10 poems today; 5 each to Because Eileen and Misfit Magazine. when i hear back from these places, i'll pass along the verdicts.

the New York Yankees finally got a win last night in a bench clearing, wild fucking game. they beat Toronto 7-5, although they nearly pissed away another game in the bottom of the 9th. thankfully, they are now home for the rest of the season. they start a series tonight with Boston.

apparently getting two straight games of great defense from the New Orleans Saints is simply too much to ask for. between the fucking injuries and piss poor tackling, Atlanta did whatever the fuck they wanted last night. the Saints lost 45-32.

i lost both of my fantasy football matches. the one that stung the worst was the one i lost by 1.37 points. my teams are now 0-3 and 1-2. i told my mother, if this keeps up, this might be the year i say goodbye to fantasy football.

i thought The Voice was pretty good last night.

Monday Night Raw was the clusterfuck it normally is last night. i did like the cruiserweights getting a bigger spotlight last night. plus, Kevin Owens is pure gold. the feud with Seth Rollins has the chance to be fucking great. hopefully the powers that be don't fuck that up as well.

The Big Bang Theory was fucking hilarious last night.

Gotham was off the charts great. the show just keeps getting better.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be WWE Smackdown, The Voice, Scream Queens and Atlanta.

i haven't heard yet what mom's MRI showed. i'm not even sure if she's called the doctor yet. she's mostly just been in bed all day long.

i have trash to pick up here and next door, so that's all for me today kids.

i hope this finds everyone swimming in a pool of cash or liquor, whatever you prefer.

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:

Elliott Smith - Twilight
Ani DiFranco - Live at Babeville (September 2007) EP
Sia - Breathe Me

"I'm not completely sure we aren't all living in a hallucination now." - Marc Maron

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: