nothing like getting to bed by 4 AM and up at 7 AM. fuck me.
the Dayton Flyers won last night at VCU, 79-76. that means Dayton will have a double bye and be the 3 seed in the A10 tournament. always good to go ruin someone's senior night.
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
nothing like getting to bed by 4 AM and up at 7 AM. fuck me.
the Dayton Flyers won last night at VCU, 79-76. that means Dayton will have a double bye and be the 3 seed in the A10 tournament. always good to go ruin someone's senior night.
this day is somewhat hard for me, mostly because i don't think i have ever been in a relationship on Valentine's Day. 49 fucking years on this planet. let that sink in. but, i also don't want to be the asshole today and just shit all over those in relationships that have special plans or dinners, etc. such a delicate line to walk on. so yeah. a mix of depression and what can i distract myself with. joy.
here are your links for this day of Black History Month:
https://blackfacts.com/fact/morehouse-college-organized-in-augusta-georgia
https://blackfacts.com/fact/national-negro-congress-organized-at-chicago
so, i did hear from the muse this morning before i went grocery shopping. i guess her phone was fucked up and just got it back. at least i hadn't got to the point where i was checking hospitals and the obituaries. that took a load off of my mind. grocery shopping went well today. i kept it under $200, which is becoming harder and harder to do honestly.
here are your videos for this day of Black History Month:
i slept a little longer than normal this morning. i got somewhere near 6 hours of sleep, which is like a coma for me anymore. the Spanish princess and i texted each other last night. i think we have a better understanding of what we have and what we both want. it is like i can feel the relationship i have always wanted right at my fingertips, but still can't touch it yet.
gambling went well yesterday, right up to the point where Gonzaga shit the bed and lost in OT. that punch to the dick destroyed a parlay i had going that would have turned $3 into $70. oh well. hopefully i will do better today.
here are your links for this day of Black History month:
https://blackfacts.com/fact/hank-aaron--birthday
https://blackfacts.com/fact/congressman-thaddeus-stevens-offered-an-amendment
https://blackfacts.com/fact/suit-seeking-to-bar-englewood-n-j-from
the NHL All-Star game yesterday was pretty good.
it did snow overnight. we got a few inches. i was really happy mom cancelled the appointment she had this morning. there was no way i wanted to drive in this shit. i made some biscuits and gravy this morning for breakfast. i figured that would be good for a day like this.
the New York Knicks won last night over Cleveland, 105-103.
i got up this morning a little after 7. i could feel the rain coming right as i sat up. joy.
so, mom's physical therapy yesterday went well. i wrote 3 poems while i was in the waiting room. i typed those up when i got home. they will be part of the 8 poems i'll be sending out on Monday.
the Yankees lost last night to Tampa Bay, 9-0. what is the point to calling up a top prospect and not play him? makes no fucking sense. the lead in the division is down to 5 games. the Rays are just 4 games behind the Yankees in the loss column. this is starting to feel like one of the greatest choke jobs in history.
when i got the alert on my phone that Sean Payton was retiring as coach of the New Orleans Saints. this immediately put the doomsday scenario i have had in my head for years into play. he steps away from the Saints and after a year or so, gets that itch to coach and then he's the coach of the Dallas Cowboys. now, thankfully, the Saints will have his rights for three more years, so if that scenario happens, i hope the Saints rip the Cowboys off for a few first round picks and plenty of money. now, if that scenario doesn't happen and he goes into TV or some other role, i will always be happy for the job he did as Saints coach. to get that team a Super Bowl title is so beyond fucking words, let alone to help the city come back from all those fucking hurricanes... some days the news hits you like a punch to the dick. thanks for 16 years coach.
i believe the rain has finally stopped. we had a 1/2 inch of rain. it felt like we had a foot of rain. good times.
Smackdown and 205 Live were both really good last night.
i wanted to get the grocery shopping done before the England game this afternoon. i did have it done, but not soon enough to get the blog done before the game. so, this will be a shorter one than usual, which i imagine most of you don't mind.
the Yankees won last night out in Seattle, 12-1. hopefully this road trip wakes them the fuck up and they go on a long winning streak. either that or just start fucking losing and blow it all up.
so, for the last few days, when my body gets a large dose of pain, my reaction has been to go to sleep. not by choice mind you. it's kind of like the old Jason Isbell line about fading to black. not exactly how i would love to feel these days, but i know what the alternative is...
i did send out 13 poems today. 3 to The Beatnik Cowboy and 5 each to Horror Sleaze Trash and Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication). when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.
Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.
i almost wish i would have just chose to sleep this afternoon than watch Manchester United play. 0-0 games are the absolute worse. hell, i know United advances because of what they did in the first leg (4-0) but i really would of loved to see them hammer Real Sociedad today and drive the point home that they really want to win the Europa League. oh well.