it has been hot as hell here the last few days. that is supposed to change today, which of course means, nothing but thunderstorms. joy.
the Yankees won last night at home against the Cardinals, 6-3. hopefully, they will win again this afternoon.
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
it has been hot as hell here the last few days. that is supposed to change today, which of course means, nothing but thunderstorms. joy.
the Yankees won last night at home against the Cardinals, 6-3. hopefully, they will win again this afternoon.
so, i woke up this morning, took my pill that i have to take when i wake up; checked my phone before i took my blood sugar. that was when i first saw the tragic news out of the NHL this morning. i quickly checked a couple different places and i couldn't believe my eyes. Johnny Gaudreau and his brother Matthew were killed last night in New Jersey when they were hit by a drunk driver while they were on their bicycles. as i dug deeper into the story, it got even worse. they were in New Jersey for their sister's wedding as they were both going to be groomsmen. add in that Johnny just had his birthday 16 days ago and Matthew's wife is pregnant, holy fuck. i have been somewhat numb all fucking day after that.
the Yankees pissed me off so much last night, i was shaving and showering at 3 in the morning. sometimes, i just do that to (hopefully) change up the mojo. i guess time will tell if it actually fucking works. i did get some decent sleep after the shower, so there's that.
i had to go to the post office today to mail some books back to my partner in crime (CRK). it amazes me the number of characters in this town that are just dumb as shit. thankfully, i'm not one of those.
so yeah, the Yankees lost last night at the Nationals, 5-2. they are off tonight and start a series at home tomorrow night against St. Louis.
but, this is what happens when you have a bad back and you have to take a shit and you are on the other side of the house. not how i wanted to start off my day. spent easily 30 minutes in the bathroom using the bidet. good times. and then i had to ice my back down a good hour before i could go grocery shopping. of course, i also had to take mail to the neighbors since whoever the fuck delivers our mail can't fucking see worth a shit. i'm not sure how 57 looks like 51 when there are two boxes of the same thing over at 57. i really laugh when 45 ends up here at 51. and the postal service wonders why they lose money. grocery shopping went well today, for the most part. i had to bag my own groceries at Kroger. so, i will definitely be icing my back down again tonight. even better, we might have some thunderstorms tonight. the feels like temperature was 100 all afternoon. that was a joy to be out driving in that.
the Yankees lost last night at the Nationals, 4-2. hopefully, the Yankees will win tonight.
if you have been a long time reader of this blog, you know my ebbs and flows when it comes to my writing. and just how often where i fret that i have lost "it", whatever the fuck it is. but, with the 3 poems that got published today, there has been some very kind words that came with them. i want to thank everyone for those. they mean way more than you could even understand...
https://beatnikcowboy.com/2024/08/27/j-j-campbell-45/
https://madswirl.com/poetry/2024/08/it-takes-years-of-pain-to-become-oblivious/
the Yankees won last night at the Nationals, 5-2. hopefully, they will win again tonight.
my poem "it takes years of pain to become oblivious" has been published at Mad Swirl. you can read the poem by going here:
https://madswirl.com/poetry/2024/08/it-takes-years-of-pain-to-become-oblivious/
my poems "into oblivion" and "rhetorical in nature" have been published at The Beatnik Cowboy. you can read the poems by going here:
https://beatnikcowboy.com/2024/08/27/j-j-campbell-45/
when i went out to get the mail today, as soon as i went out of the garage i could tell it was fucking hot as hell. i went back inside, put some ice on my back and went to sleep. i actually got a couple of hours. that was very needed.
the Yankees won yesterday at home against Colorado, 10-3. they start a series tonight at the Nationals.
i heard back from Cristina at Synchronized Chaos on my recent poetry submission. my poems "the end of this parade", "hoping to look cool", "last nickel to my name", "never cool enough to enjoy" and "hoping for some kind of reply" have been accepted for publication.
i guess for the next couple of days, the heat index is going to be around 100. joy.
the Yankees lost yesterday at home to Colorado, 9-2. hopefully, they will find a way to win this afternoon.
i just sent out 8 poems; 3 to The Beatnik Cowboy and 5 to Synchronized Chaos. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.
since i wrote 5 poems last night, i am running on a little over 3 hours of sleep right now. i knew i wanted to be up for the Manchester United game this morning. i should have just forced myself to sleep more. United lost at Brighton, 2-1. gave up the winning goal in the 95th minute. fuck me.
the Yankees won last night at home against Colorado, 3-0. today is Old Timer's Day at the stadium. hopefully, the Yankees will win again.
i heard back from the fine folks at Mad Swirl on my poetry submission back in May. my poem "it takes years of pain to become oblivious" has been accepted for publication. it will be published on Tuesday August 27, 2024.
i got up at 6:45 this morning. i knew when i went to sleep before 3 AM, i was going to be up early. it never fails. hell, even if i take drugs, i'm up early if i go to bed too early. i crashed late this morning and got a little nap in. so, i'm going on roughly 4 hours of sleep. that sums up the last 35 years of my life it seems. 4 hours of sleep.
the Yankees won yesterday at home against Cleveland, 6-0. they held Cleveland to just 1 hit in the game. the Yankees start a series tonight at home against Colorado.
i guess the 90's are right around the corner. i turned on the air conditioning this morning just to make sure it didn't have to run all damn day. i actually got some ok sleep last night. i guess that's better.
the Yankees won last night at home against Cleveland, 8-1. hopefully, they will win the series this afternoon.
my mother isn't exactly aging gracefully. i can tell the fear she has on most days as her motor skills decline, becomes more forgetful, etc. i try to tell her to think of the positives, but that does nothing. she often talks about being afraid to die. i stress to her constantly that death is only the natural conclusion to life. it will happen to each and every one of us, whether we like it or not. i want her to enjoy what she has left, not be afraid of what is coming. as someone who has wanted to die since he was 8 years old, i believe i have some experience in saying fuck it, and just move on. but, i can't say i am fully prepared for my mother's death. part of me doesn't want to be overly prepared for it. i want to live in the urgency of now. also, i don't believe she will be dying anytime soon. the problem she is having is none of the drugs they are trying on her are working. so, now i think she has no choice but to go on insulin. and i'm not really looking forward to that. cause i know damn well i will be the one giving her shots before too long. joy.
the Yankees lost last night at home to Cleveland, 9-5 in 12 innings.
so, as i was finally going to bed at 5 AM this morning, i heard my mother scream from her bedroom. i got in her room and turned on the light. as usual, she thought there was something on her bed, like a spider or whatever. for the 1 millionth time, there wasn't. i told her the show started late. she usually does this shit around 3 AM. so, i went to sleep. i stayed up so late because i was tired of waking up at 7 AM. i figure this way, i would at least sleep until 9 or 10. silly me. mom screamed again around 8:30. that woke me up. she told me she screamed because she had to piss. so, i was up the rest of the morning. people wonder why i drink strong ass coffee. i did get a little nap this afternoon, but i wouldn't call 45 minutes the refresher i needed.
a big thank you to everyone for checking out my latest published poem:
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2024/08/20/j-j-campbell-88/
Monday Night Raw was very good last night.
my poem "dark humor" has been published at Horror Sleaze Trash. you can read the poem by going here:
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2024/08/20/j-j-campbell-88/
the Yankees have been constantly testing my patience this season, especially with the bullpen. Clay Holmes blew another fucking save last night. i'm not sure why they insist on having a guy who doesn't strike everyone out as their closer. of course, it has been 15 years since they have won anything, so... they lost to Detroit last night, 3-2, in 10 innings. they are off tonight and start a series Tuesday at home against Cleveland.
so, i went to bed last night before 3 AM. you know, trying to be a responsible human after all these years. i first saw the clock at 4:19. fuck me. i eventually got up to take a raging piss at 7:30. i know i didn't get 4 hours of sleep last night. joy. i've spent the morning making sure mom doesn't fall or do anything stupid. fun times.
the Yankees lost yesterday at Detroit, 4-0. hopefully, they will win the series tonight.