i'm not sure if you can call it sleep...

 i was a busy boy yesterday. i was hoping that was going to exhaust me but of course it didn't. i'm at the age now where i might get a few hours here and a few hours there but there is just so much shit going on that actual rest is a fucking fairytale. i did make it to Rite Aid yesterday. by the time mom stopped putting shit on the list, even with this good ass coupon i had, i spent over $140 there. i did get the house vacuumed before the Ohio State game last night. that is always a good measure to see how much my bad back is fucking with me. and as usual, i needed ice afterwards. i eventually got to bed at 4:30 AM. i first saw the clock at 7. life is a cruel joke. and of course, mom wanted a big breakfast this morning. 

Ohio State whipped Michigan State last night, 38-3.

i did watch a few college football games yesterday.

here are your NBA highlights from last night.

AEW Collision was pretty good last night.

Austin City Limits was great last night.

Saturday Night Live was fucking hilarious last night.

Albert Brooks: Defending My Life was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be the season finale of Power Book IV: Force, Last Week Tonight, Shining Vale, Fellow Travelers and The Curse.

the New Orleans Saints play today at the Vikings. hopefully, the boys can find a way to win today.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Columbus.

the Columbus Crew play at home tonight against Atlanta in the MLS playoffs.

i will probably be on here tomorrow in the afternoon. the plumber is coming tomorrow to look at the toilet and the company doing our kitchen remodel wants to have a phone meeting to go over everything one last time, get the final signoffs, etc. so yeah, i'll be on here after all that is over tomorrow.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

No estoy seguro de que puedas llamarlo dormir

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:

ill peach - HUSH

Scan Hopper - Ultrachorus

Swamp Wife - The Spit

Cindy Wilson - Midnight

Cat Power - Visions of Johanna (Live)

"True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure." - Auguste Rodin

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