i should have known it was going to be like this today...

 i had to stick myself 4 damn times to get enough blood to take my blood sugar this morning. i should have known it was going to be one of those days.

that being said, i did manage to find some football cards today. i got 2 Fairfield boxes at Rite-Aid. it cost me $10 total. i think i got around $25 out of both boxes. that works for me. so yeah, if anyone is interested in some football cards, let me know what you need. everything is priced to go.

the grocery stores weren't too bad today. i could have gone without my back pain while at Kroger or the long fucking lines because they don't want too many people working.

the poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Allison Grayhurst.

https://allisongrayhurst.com/

https://peacockjournal.com/allison-grayhurst-four-poems/

http://five2onemagazine.com/three-poems-allison-grayhurst-micro-poetry-thesideshow/

https://ramingoblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/28/the-ramingos-porch-crossing-over-a-poem-by-allison-grayhurst/

https://punchdrunkpress.com/2017/09/01/jealousybyagrayhurst/

the New York Yankees lost last night to Toronto, 7-3. and then lost to them again this afternoon, 5-4. fuck me.

the New York Rangers won last night over the Devils, 3-0. that was Igor's first NHL shutout. hopefully, the first of many to come.

NXT was fucking excellent last night.

Young Rock was good last night.

Kenan was pretty funny last night.

Deadliest Catch was a look at the Time Bandit and then a preview of the upcoming season. next week starts the 17th season of the show.

Mayans M.C. was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, AEW, Snowfall and The Masked Singer.

so, while driving home from the grocery store, i was listening to a Neil Young song and suddenly started thinking about suicide. there is a loneliness that tends to swallow me on somedays and will eventually run me down that rabbit hole where i know i won't have any choice one day. the thing i find funny is i don't find it uncomfortable anymore. that riding the wave is the only thing i can do, knowing the results will never be as satisfying as i would need them to be. so yeah, if anyone wants to know the life of a poet, there you go.

i guess i am going to Menards tomorrow. i was planning on going Friday, but mom has a doctor's appointment on Friday. oh well.

i have dinner to go make and they finally picked up the fucking trash. so yeah, that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

get the shot.

tengo la sensación de que moriré solo algún día

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:

AC/DC - Hells Bells

Social Distortion - Born To Lose

Pantera - I'm Broken

Nine Inch Nails - Hurt (Live)

"In the long run, you make your own luck - good, bad, or indifferent." - Loretta Lynn

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