as chaos draws near...

i'm doing this a little early today as once i get a few things done and eat dinner, i'm off to bed. i have to have mom to the hospital by 5:30 in the morning tomorrow and i know i'm going to be an anxious fuck for the rest of the day until i know everything went as expected. good times.

a little poetry news to pass on. i heard back from Profane on my poetry submission from last week. they decided to pass. as luck would have it, a recent connection on LinkedIn asked me to send him some poems. so, i took my 3 favorite from those 5 rejected ones and sent them to October Hill Magazine. when i hear back from Richard, i'll pass on the verdict.

the New York Yankees got just enough pitching and offense yesterday, plus an incredible catch from Aaron Judge to defeat Tampa 3-2. they start a series back at home tonight against Kansas City.

WWE Backlash was pretty good to start off with last night. i can never get enough of Shinsuke Nakamura. plus, the tag title match was fucking great. i liked Kevin Owens vs. AJ Styles up until the ending. and i had a feeling they were going to have Jinder Mahal win the WWE title from Randy Orton, especially given that the WWE Network is now available in India. sure enough... the shocked looks on the faces in the crowd made me howl with laughter.

Veep was fucking hilarious, as usual last night.

Silicon Valley was great last night.

Last Week Tonight was spectacular, as usual.

Twin Peaks: The Return was a great mind fuck, 25 years later. i didn't really get into the show much in the early 90's, but now being much more of a fan of David Lynch, i really enjoyed parts 1 & 2 last night. i certainly can't wait for the rest.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Voice, The Late Late Show Carpool Karaoke Primetime Special, Gotham and Monday Night Raw.

i did watch Sweden defeat Canada yesterday in a shootout to win the 2017 World Championship. congrats to The King on an amazing gold medal game.

in a way, i suppose Boston beating Cleveland last night is the right kind of wake up call the Cavs needed. that loss should allow them to reset everything and be humble once again.

i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. if i am at all, it will be late in the evening. i'm not planning on spending the night at the hospital, god knows my back would be killing me if i even tried, but i have no clue how mom's surgery is going to go. plus, she doesn't do too well while on drugs, so i know i kind of have to be there until she comes out of the haze. i tell her all the time, this is what she gets for not doing any drugs as a teenager. each time i have been put under, i've enjoyed the fuck out of it.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

until we meet again...

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:

Chromatics - Shadow
MGMT - Time to Pretend
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
M83 - Midnight City

"I'm capable of looking on the bright side. I just don't do it very often." - Morrissey

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

68 with a bit of a breeze

the weather today was close to perfect. of course, my strained muscle in my rib cage was barking up a storm and my big toe on my right foot was encased in liquid band-aid so it would stop bleeding. 40 years old and falling apart. good times.

i had to drive mom around today to a few different places. here lately, she's been feeling good enough to drive herself. but today, her cataracts started fucking with her. i imagine my permanent job of chauffeur is not that far away.

after we went to get some boxes of pamphlets she needed for work, we went out to lunch. after lunch, she needed to get her blood drawn. when she came out, i told her what i love about these places. i get to see what i missed out on by not becoming a junkie. after that, we went to Tractor Supply to get a Shepherd's hook for the front yard. mom has some flowers in a hanging pot. and then we went to the grocery store. amazingly, we were all done in under a span of 4 hours. mom was surprised. i told her be thankful i don't like people or this shit would take forever.

we had a couple storms roll through last night. they didn't fuck with the satellite too much, so i got to see just about everything i wanted.

The Big Bang Theory was pretty fucking funny last night. WWE Smackdown was good. i think everything is shaping up nicely for the next ppv. Lip Sync Battle was pretty hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be nothing. everything that i watch on Fridays seems to be a rerun tonight. i guess Friday the 13th still means something to someone.

the New York Yankees got some hitting from unlikely sources last night and defeated Kansas City 7-3 last night. that gives them their second straight series win. they start a tough series tonight against the Chicago White Sox. if they can win this series, i'll really start to believe they have turned the corner.

Game 7 last night between Nashville and San Jose was a joke. San Jose won 5-0. so the conference finals are set. St. Louis vs. San Jose and Pittsburgh vs. Tampa Bay. well, i know the league wants the Penguins to win so they can have that asshole Cindy Crosby's face everywhere. so, i'll be rooting for anyone else. i believe Game 1 between the Lightning and Penguins starts tonight.

i listened to the latest Sam Roberts' Show podcast this morning.

you can listen to it by going here: http://notsam.com/srshow/2016/5/13/srshow-andrew-schulz

i guess we're supposed to have a cold front come through as they are saying the lows tomorrow night could be in the upper 30's. great, that will do wonders for my arthritis.

i hope everyone has enjoyed their Friday the 13th. since 13 is my lucky number, today is one of those i look forward to.

i got a message on LinkedIn from a woman in Australia that is looking for some poems for her online magazine. so, you know what i'll be doing this weekend.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. take it easy and then take it again.

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:

Cowboy Junkies - Lost My Driving Wheel (Live)
Social Distortion - Ball and Chain (Live)
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)

"I don't like money, actually, but it quiets my nerves." - Joe Louis

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

get hot, storm, rinse, repeat

we have now entered the never ending summer cycle of heat, humidity, storm, night, do it all over again. at one point yesterday, the thermometer we have outside read 115 on it. thankfully, it was directly in the sun at the time. most of the day though, it was over 90 degrees. so imagine my joy when i wake up this morning and it is already 80 degrees. fuck me.

my friend Paul did come over yesterday to watch the USA absolutely destroy Cuba 6-0. finally, they played a full 90 minutes. they will next play Jamaica in the semifinals of the Gold Cup. enjoy some highlights:

the New York Yankees lost yesterday 4-3. Pineda really only made 2 mistakes. sadly, they both ended up in the seats. but, at least they gave themselves a chance in the 9th, but the rally fell short. they go for the series win this afternoon.

Power last night was really good. it had a nice twist near the end that i truly wasn't expecting. it should make the next few weeks really interesting.

ROH was kind of disappointing last night. it was the 200th episode and they decided to treat most of it as a clip show. for someone who has seen most of the 200 episodes, this was just a trip back into recent memory. if it would have been the history of the company, it would have made more sense. and the main event of the show was great, but it couldn't save the previous 45 minutes.

now go enjoy some music, some humor and my reminder of why i like women with curves:

WWE Battleground is on tonight. so my usual Sunday night shows are going to become my late night/early Monday morning Sunday night shows. on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, The Strain, True Detective, The Brink, Ballers, Last Week Tonight, Ray Donovan and Masters of Sex. that is if the storms don't knock out the satellite feed like last night.

a thing just popped up on the computer saying the storms are going to hit in 2 hours. good times.

hopefully tonight at Battleground Kevin Owens takes the US Championship away from John Cena. that would make me a very happy man. as for the rest of the show, as long as Lesnar and Rollins have a classic, i'm ok with whatever else happens.

i went on a LinkedIn rampage last night tracking down people from my past. not sure if part of me is dying to come out of my cage or if i'm just a lonely fucker at times who gets sick of myself most days. welcome to my world.

that's all for me this morning. my ankle is starting to bother me, so i know rain is on the way. good times. i hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday. if it wouldn't be so damn hot and stormy i'd go downtown for the Blues Festival, but i can't see that happening.

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:

Able Danger - Let Go
Cypress Hill - How I Could Just Kill a Man (Live)
Thieves Like Us - Drugs In My Body
Kaleo - All the Pretty Girls
The Chemical Brothers - One Too Many Mornings

"Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty." - Edgar Degas

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

happy end of 2014

my home phone line is still fucked up. anytime anyone calls, the internet goes out. those assholes at Frontier Communications said it would be fixed yesterday. today of course, they said it would be fixed by 5 pm. i can't wait to hear what time it will be fixed tomorrow. just another reason to get off the fucking farm.

the Dayton Flyers played another great game last night, other than the last few minutes where they got tighter than a nun's asshole. Dayton beat Ole Miss 78-74 last night. that should be a win that helps them come March. they go into A10 play at 10-2. 20 wins should be a given this season now. here are some highlights from last night:

pro wrestler Chris Hero was at the Dayton game last night. second time in a week i've seen him there. i damn near wore the shirt of his i have to the game, but i figured there was no way he would be there again. mom tried to get a few pictures of him. of course, she said she was going to email them to me so i could post them on here. as you can see, that didn't happen.

we did go to Waffle House after the game. it was pretty uneventful other than the police officer who came in and was obviously trolling for pussy. that certainly made me laugh and i'll probably have a poem about that soon.

speaking of poems, i did send one poem out late last night. a guy contacted me on LinkedIn and wanted me to send him some work. he requested rhyming poems, which i laughed at, as i haven't written one of those in over 20 fucking years. he then told me to send him anything, which i did. i'll pass on the verdict when i hear back from him. i do like the concept he has for this site/zine. here is a link to it www.newpoetry.net.

it was another cold as fuck morning. the furnace blew at the house my mom is renting out in the next town over. if it isn't one thing, it's another. the one cat out here who refuses to shit in the litter box in the outside building we have it in, left me a huge gift on the plywood floor today. i always love frozen shit that you need a shovel for. good times.

i had another morning on iTunes. i'm trying to find a song they played at the game last night. of course, i wasn't able to find it. you'll see my random thoughts in the songs i got.

i'm looking forward to the USA vs. Canada game at the 2015 World Juniors today. it's for first place in the group. the winner of this game will have the best chance to play for the championship. it should be a good one.

tonight, the New York Rangers play down in Florida against the Panthers. i'd love to see them finish 2014 with a win.

i'll probably go easy with the drinking tonight as Manchester United plays at 7 in the morning here.

i do hope everyone has a great New Year's Eve. if you are drinking, be safe. if you are driving, look out for the drunks.

thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.

i'll be on here sometime tomorrow to welcome in 2015. maybe with a smile on my face or perhaps a shit eatin' grin.

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:

Adina Howard - Freak Like Me
Marian Hill - Got It
Kendrick Lamar - i
Smashing Pumpkins - Rhinoceros
Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud

"I've never played for a draw in my life." - Sir Alex Ferguson

and here comes another month of...

i was up pretty late last night fucking around with my fantasy football teams. i figure since i have had no luck at all with waivers this year, i would just wait until afterwards and just pick through what was left. so i have new kickers and defenses. hopefully that makes a difference in the next few weeks. i need to get on a nice long winning streak if i want this season to be something other than pure failure.

and to tempt insanity some more, i picked a league for fantasy hockey. that will be interesting since i will actually be attending some NHL games this year and i don't have a smart phone to make some last second changes with the team. i'll have to find out all the good sources for this upcoming season.

speaking of hockey, the Rangers lost last night. i do love that Anthony Duclair scored yet again. this 19 year old is basically forcing himself on the team. they would be crazy to send him back to juniors. hopefully they realize that by now. the kids in this system are amazing so far. i really feel like the time is right for the Rangers to win it all again. hopefully sometime before i die.

i did catch some of the baseball game last night. the playoffs just aren't the same without the Yankees. but, what a fucking choke job by the A's last night. i would congratulate the Royals on the win but i'm old enough to remember the wars between the Royals and Yankees, so that's not going to happen. i doubt i watch much of the game tonight.

mom wants to go out to dinner and to the store. so i'm assuming that is what is going to make up most of my Wednesday night. good times.

The Voice was pretty good last night. i did like the last guy that went to Adam's team. i told mom that was going to happen so all the coaches would have two spots left for next week. i've watched too many damn reality shows. i'm producing the damn things in my head now.

i did a little poetry work today. i think i know where i'm sending my next round of submissions. if all goes well, that will happen sometime tomorrow.

i had to change the water filter down in the cellar today. first time i had changed it since they fixed everything. it was a little different but not that bad. of course, when mom saw dark water in the toilet i figured i fucked something up. so far, so good on that account. i think the well pump is so much better than our last one that we're getting everything to come up. and i mean everything. i figure as long as the water coming out of the faucet isn't dark, we're fine.

i heard back from the doctor's office today about my blood tests. everything is good. i laughed and told my mother that i'm once again proving the odds wrong. i'm a healthy fat person. a throwback to the old days. sadly, i'm poor like the old days as well.

now that i've got my shower out of the way, i guess i could go into town and get the mail and paper. the only time either one of us have been out of the house today was to feed the cats. we had a damn fog here this morning that didn't burn off until noon. it was like some creepy horror movie. fuck it, i'll just wait until we go to the store.

i was shocked when i saw i was well over 2,000 LinkedIn followers today. now if all of them would just buy something...

that's all for me today. i'll be on here sometime tomorrow. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

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:

Eddie Vedder - Imagine (Live)
Paloma Faith - Never Tear Us Apart
Aimee Mann - The Scientist (Live)
My Morning Jacket - Rocket Man

"I'm more interested in being good than famous." - Annie Leibovitz

sunshine and pain

i pretty much knew i had picked the wrong team to win the Super Bowl when the first snap of the game ends up in a safety. it was not an entertaining blowout, nor were the commercials the greatest either. i did enjoy the halftime show very much. i'm pretty sure millions of people finally know who Bruno Mars is now.

as for the Sunday night shows, Shameless was great as always. i did enjoy House of Lies very much. and i fell asleep during Episodes, missing the last 5 minutes. but, since i can't sleep for more than 2 hours at a time, i did see those 5 minutes later in the night. i did catch the episode of New Girl after the Super Bowl. it did make me laugh, as did seeing Prince with that damn fro.

sadly, i don't believe the pain pills are working as well as they did when i first started taking them. my arm has really been bothering me today. of course, i believe some of that has to do with the weather.

i did manage to type up the 2 poems i wrote this weekend. i also did a quick brainstorm of my favorite 15 poems for that poetry project i wrote about yesterday. i believe i have the 15 i want to send. i think it's a fairly good mix of my work. i suppose time will tell.

the weather forecast for here for the middle of the week apocalypse storm keeps changing. hopefully, the latest one is true where we get mostly snow and sleet and no freezing rain. i could live with that.

i was a little stunned to see that Philip Seymour Hoffman died on Sunday. then, i read up on his struggles with addiction and was less stunned. sad to see an amazing talent go way too soon.

i am really hoping Monday Night Raw is good enough tonight to distract me from my pain. i know there is a steel cage match tonight, so that should help.

other than that, i see a long shower in my future and leftover snacks from Super Bowl Sunday for dinner. good times.

that's all for me. hope everyone had a great weekend. a big thank you to Michele for following the blog. and a big thank you for all the love on LinkedIn here lately, i really appreciate it.

peace and chicken grease.

music:

Public Enemy - Fear of a Black Planet
Lecrae - Church Clothes, Vol. 2

"It always seems impossible until its done." - Nelson Mandela

a rainy day of what could have been

so i got up this morning in a pretty good mood. rare, as it was raining and cold. after eating a little breakfast and feeding the cats, i settled in for the Manchester United match. RvP scores in the first half. a couple of bad breaks but a way too flat second half leads to once again my biggest gripe with Moyes. their is no killer instinct, hence, no one is afraid to play at Old Trafford anymore. a 1-1 draw that is beyond unacceptable. not the start of the day i was hoping for.

so, after a quick shower, it was a stop at a friend's baby shower. saw some of my sister's friends and some people i grew up next to. wasn't too bad as i was only in there for 20 minutes at most. then, off to the Red and Blue Game at the University of Dayton arena. anyone that knows me knows that i love basketball. played it for years. had arguably one of the best shots of anyone in the area i grew up in. i have rooted for Dayton in college basketball since 1983 or so. the women's team is going to be really good once again. they are deep and very talented. the men's team is deeper this year but have a few holes to fill to reach their potential. Scoochie came as advertised from NYC. i love guards from there. i have no doubt that kid will be starting sometime this season and will be a star. Dyshawn Pierre looks stronger and should be in line for a monster season. if this team can shake off the rust from the players that sat out last year and if the newbies can contribute when needed, this team could be sniffing the tournament. but that will mostly depend on who becomes the reliable scorer in crunch time. can't wait for the season to start.

so after that got over, my mom and i went to our favorite sports bar and caught a quarter or so of the Ohio State game. looked like the usual take my opponent lightly game that became a tussle. i watched the end of the game back at home. Ohio State pulled out the game in the 4th quarter. 19th straight win. and sadly, my only victory beer of the day.

the New York Rangers laid a fucking egg this evening against one of its biggest rivals and the only team in the NHL without a victory. i felt like such a fool to actually believe that the Washington game was the real team. no Nash, no Cally, no fucking goals. a 4-0 drubbing at New Jersey. thankfully, i didn't bother to watch after the first period.

so the rest of this evening will be some more college football, some music on PBS, and hopefully i will still be awake for ROH.

tomorrow will be a day of fantasy football and the usual Sunday night shows. i will probably blog again after all that. in the middle of the night here most likely.

hopefully everyone is enjoying the new photos. i really think they are some of the better ones i have done.

hope this finds everyone well. a big thank you to Natascha Hoover for the kind words over on LinkedIn. i really appreciate it.

music:

The Dirty Guv'nahs - Somewhere Beneath These Southern Skies
Red Wanting Blue - Live at City Winery

"You don't know a ladder has splinters until you slide down it." - Bum Phillips (Sept. 29, 1923 - Oct. 18, 2013) (my favorite football coach of all-time)

the sky opened up and...

we had a quick thunderstorm move through today right as i was getting ready to feed the cats. needless to say, i waited. and waited. we might have got close to an inch in less than 30 minutes. thankfully, the changes we made out here have worked. the drainage is light years better than what it was.

as for the cats, Whitey showed up today. i didn't see any visual signs of a fight or anything, so i have no clue where she was. but, she was really nice today, so i figure she was off doing some evil shit. my cat Tolstoy was a no show once again. i've got a bad feeling about that one, which would suck, as Tolstoy was definitely a cat that wasn't scared of anything. that probably was the downfall as well.

i sent out 13 poems today; 3 to Dead Snakes and 5 each to BoySlut and Gutter Eloquence Magazine. when i hear back from these places i'll pass along the news here on the blog.

i got the first batch of illustrations from the artist in Sweden. let's just say i haven't been this excited for a project in some time. they are fucking amazing. i will hopefully get to share them soon. in the meantime, check out Janne Karlsson at his site:
http://www.svenskapache.se/

The Bridge last night was a slow burn. but the last 10 minutes got me really interested to see what happens next week.

after that ended, i turned over just in time to watch Mo blow the save for the Yankees. i then tortured myself and watched the rest of the game. Cano homered in the top of the 12th but these are the 2013 Yankees, a team that has snatched defeat from the clutches of victory more times than i can remember. so, of course, with only needing 1 out to win once again, the Yankees give up 3 straight hits to lose 6-5. as a die-hard, i'm not allowed to utter that the season is over. but...

i was hoping to watch the double eviction on Big Brother tonight but the assholes here in Dayton will be showing the Cleveland Browns preseason game. and i'm not waiting up until 2 am to see what happens. so, for a good portion of tonight, i'll be on the computer looking at twitter.

Wilfred looks like another great one tonight. hopefully it will make me laugh as it always does.

i had the pleasure of stumbling upon the LinkedIn profile of the friend that got me into this whole poetry world back when i was 16 today. we haven't had the opportunity to speak to each other in over a decade. so, i really hope to hear from him soon.

that's all for today. i need to get a shower in and get the brain buzzing about 3 poems i need to write this weekend.

music:

Ministry - Psalm 69
Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell
Pantera - Far Beyond Driven
Korn - Issues

"Common sense is instinct, and enough of it is genius." - Josh Billings

what to do when karma comes for you

i had a pretty damn good morning. made a good breakfast for myself (eggs, sausage, toast), was able to get through all my email without the internet fucking up, actually wrote a poem that spawned from a conversation with myself in the kitchen, and had an in and out session in the bathroom that didn't leave me in pain.

so as i'm driving into town to get the mail i start having stomach pains. the kind of pain i hadn't felt since my sciatic nerve was fucking with me years ago. on my way back in from town (of course i didn't turn around, i'm a man) i nearly hit 2 deer that were crossing from my wood lot into the soybeans across the road.  as i'm going roughly 30 mph up the lane, the pain is getting worse. i get inside and make it to the toilet. as i'm pulling down my shorts and sitting in the same motion (that does wonders for my bad back), something akin to an explosion takes place. thankfully, most of the shit made the bowl.

so after cleaning up that nightmare, i read the newspaper. then, i go type up the poem i wrote this morning. (i really like this one) just as i'm getting ready to hit the grammar check, the fucking power goes out. after a few expletives, it comes back on after 10 seconds. just long enough that everything in the house needs to be reset. fuck me. so i retype the damn poem and get it saved.

i'm very curious who i pissed off in a previous life. i figured nearly dying at 32 was my karma for this life.

Big Brother last night was not the surprise CBS made it out to be. i wish they wouldn't get so fucking creative with their editing. by the way, the other racist white female is the new HOH. i guess we get to play the race angle once again this week.

Wilfred last night was excellent as well. i'm a huge fan of subconscious thought so the episode made me laugh my ass off. especially when i think of how fucking weird some of my thoughts and dreams get at times.

a quick note to TNA, if your big surprise is a washed up MMA fighter at the end of your show, you're not going to be attracting any new fans. and if you are a fan of it, more power to you. but i won't be wasting those 2 hours for that shit again.

the Yankees are out in San Diego this weekend. i'm hoping for some wins as Granderson makes another return from the disabled list. at the very least, win the damn series. i figure i'll be bouncing between that, WWE Smackdown, and whatever music i can find.

i see the CR7 rumors and Manchester United have started up again. i don't believe them but i certainly wouldn't mind if he came back.

thanks to all the kind people that dropped me some lines this week on Google+ and LinkedIn. i really appreciate it. the old ego needs a shot every now and then.

i had a change of plans giving how i felt today and the rain we're supposedly going to get this weekend. i decided i'm going to mow grass on Monday. there's no way i would be able to sit in the sun today the way i'm feeling. i would be better off just putting the shotgun in my mouth and getting it over with. plus, if we do get all this rain, i'd rather have the grass high. it tends to help the soil collect and drain properly when it's high.

that's all for today. i hope everyone has a great weekend. hopefully i'll write some more and get another batch ready for submissions later this month.

music:

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
Pantera - Far Beyond Driven
Little Green Cars - Absolute Zero

"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston Churchill

i love it when a plan comes together

so i woke up this morning feeling a little bit better, not much though. fed the cats, took a shower and managed to not get sick, so i guess the stomach bug had passed.

mom wanted to go to Waffle House for mother's day. not exactly my first choice, but my sister loves it and is paying so i don't have much say in the matter. i didn't eat much, just wanted enough to be able to get me through the day without spending hours on the toilet.

got home in time to see all of the Manchester United match. it was very nice to see them win 2-1 with of all people, Rio getting the game winner. it was like his first fucking goal in i think 5 years. and then to watch Sir Alex speak and celebrate another trophy with the boys, water works on my end. there will never be another. next season will be a weird one to say the least.

that game and post game festivities went right into the Yankee game for me. the Yankees got great pitching the last 2 days and ended up sweeping the Royals. and holy shit, the Yankees are in first by themselves in the AL East. funny how the more things change the more they stay the same.

that game went right into game 6 for the New York Rangers. a gutsy, skin of their teeth 1-0 win over Washington. game 7 is tomorrow night back in the nation's capital. i guess all my Monday shows are going to get the cold shoulder from me. highlights below:

so that made 3 victory beers today. i really don't drink as much as i used to as i can still feel a little headache from the third one, and that was about 4 hours ago.

i need to get some sleep. the Yankees play a doubleheader in Cleveland tomorrow and i really need to get the grass cut as well. decisions, decisions.

i suppose it depends on how my sleeping goes. i really want to have a good vibe going into game 7 tomorrow. i don't want to have any reason to blame myself for a loss. and yes, i'm a weirdo like that.

and for some reason i now have a LinkedIn profile. not that i really plan on using it much.

"The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept." - George Carlin