i wrote 9 poems yesterday in the waiting room of mom's physical therapy. i typed them up last night, a little later than i wanted to. more on that later. i did like a few of them. i will probably have another writing session tomorrow and then it will be time for another round of submissions.
after physical therapy, we went out for a late lunch/early dinner. apparently, my body can't go 6 hours without food anymore. i had my usual for the place we were at. in hindsight, i should have had lunch at the house and just a few bites for the early dinner.
the one thing i liked about the house we now live in is there is a bathroom not that far away from the door going into the house from the garage. sadly, it wasn't close enough yesterday. thankfully, i like my pants cuffed so i didn't have to clean up any shit off of the carpet. but, there's a certain finality of just fucking kill me now when you're 42 years old and sitting on a toilet looking down at a pile of shit in your underwear and down your leg. i would ask how many fucking times i need to be humbled, but i know no one is fucking listening. my stomach was in knots all fucking night. i had to have some liquor just to settle it to get a few hours of sleep. as i told my mother this morning, either i'm starting to have the same stomach problems she has or my alcoholism is taking over the show. regardless, i am old enough to know this won't end pretty.
happy valentine's day
mom's appointment this morning went well. she's not crazy or losing her mind as she likes to think. all her tests pointed out that she's too stressed and moderately depressed as well. as i told her as we were leaving, it always comes back to her lack of self-confidence. i know a few of you just read that and laughed out loud thinking of my mental hangups.
i did go to the bank today and picked up a prescription at the grocery store. it was a gloomy drive around town. perfect for this fucking day.
the New York Rangers gave up 3 goals in the first 6 minutes or so last night at Minnesota. that was too big of a hole to climb out of as they lost 3-2. all the kids looked pretty good. it would be nice to see some veterans start to get traded from the team.
Smackdown was a clusterfuck last night.
205 Live was really good last night. i am liking the new direction of the show now.
Baskets was pretty funny last night.
Hate Thy Neighbor was about some crazy anti-abortion fucks. given my stance on god these days, you can imagine what i thought of the show.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and Celebrity Big Brother. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.
the Dayton Flyers play tonight at George Mason. since this team can't find a way to win on the road. i won't be hoping for a win tonight.
i got up this morning in time to watch team USA blow a 2-0 lead to Slovenia at the Winter Olympics in hockey. they lost 3-2 in overtime. i heard the names of so many failed New York Rangers players that i completely understood the loss.
i will probably be on here in the morning tomorrow most likely. that way if i do end up doing some more writing in the waiting room tomorrow, i'll type those up in the afternoon. but, as we all know, plans are meant to be blown up in your fucking face.
that's all for me kids. i need to figure out what the fuck i'm having for dinner.
me gustaría enamorarme, pero solo a los muertos parece gustarme
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:
Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears - Bitch, I Love You
Otis Redding - I Love You More Than Words Can Say
Sade - No Ordinary Love
"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men." - Frederick Douglass
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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