so, i went to the bank to make a deposit before my doctor's appointment. i got to the doctor's office a little early and amazingly, they got me into my appointment early. my A1C went from 8.4 to 6.0, everyone is thrilled about that. i explained that there will be a little gap in the Rybelsus since Anthem wanted me to pay over $2,600 for it. i did get my Medicaid card today. of course, the mail didn't come before my appointment. so, i'll have to make another trip out tomorrow while grocery shopping. so, i got back home and wanted to cancel my Anthem insurance. the last 2 hours have been spent trying to do that. from what i gather, the fuck up is the plan used to be on the Marketplace but no longer is so the Marketplace can't cancel something they don't have yet Anthem is telling me that is the only way the policy can be cancelled. as i told my mother, this is why death is so popular anymore. i told mom to try to cancel the payment she made last night and maybe then they'll understand to cancel the fucking policy.
i didn't get to watch any of the Manchester United game today. they lost at Nottingham Forest, 1-0.
Monday Night Raw was very good yesterday.
The Voice was excellent last night.
the New York Rangers signed Gabe Perreault last night. that made me very happy.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NXT, St. Denis Medical and Dark Side of the Ring.
the Yankees play tonight at home against Arizona.
i will probably be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done.
oh yeah, since it is April and April is National Poetry Month, i guess i need to do a little bit on that.
enjoy...
i will probably do two videos a day on poets i like. and in this case, i figured i would start with myself as i have had the kind of day that i know my 8 year old self is laughing about and shaking his head, knowing that death was always the right answer.
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.
Buenas noticias y una tarde desperdiciada
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:
Ray LaMontagne - Jolene
Tom Petty - You Don't Know How It Feels
Sturgill Simpson - The Dead Don't Die
Shooter Jennings - Higher
Melenas - Bang
"The revolution that takes place in your head, nobody will ever see that." - Gil Scott-Heron
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
i woke up this morning and did my usual shit... piss, blood sugar, new pill, make coffee, etc. i went to take some trash out to the garage and walked right through a damn spider web. talk about a what the fuck moment. i made sure to let the Orkin guy know that there is definitely some spider(s) in the garage. other than that, i have caught up on a little sleep today. i've been able to open the house up and really let it air out some. i did write 2 poems yesterday. i think they are pretty good. sadly, i am falling back into that abyss of struggling to find the words again. i hate when i try to write and i am just going through the motions. even if what i produce is good, i still will only think it is shit because it didn't excite me. yeah, good times.
Big Brother 26 was good last night. i liked the 8 last night much better than the first night.
NJPW was good last night. kind of shocked at the title change to be honest.
your time is running out to have the chance to win a FREE copy of the book i did with Casey Renee Kiser:
when you get to bed sometime after 4 AM, i can't imagine being happy with being up at 8. and sure enough, there i was, waking up a little after 8 and unable to fall back asleep. here's why i hate getting 5 or 6 hours of sleep. the next night, it never fails, i'll get less than 4. consistent fucking sleep is all i really need right now. and i know there is little fucking chance of that happening. joy.
i did do some poetry work last night. i know where my next 23 poems will be going to. that will likely happen sometime tomorrow.
AEW Dynamite was really good last night.
The Masked Singer was crazy as usual last night.
here are your NBA highlights from last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be NJPW.
the USMNT plays tonight against Trinidad & Tobago.
the Dayton Flyers play LSU this afternoon. i will hopefully be home from Meijer in time to watch the game on ESPN2.
i will probably watch some of the Bengals at Ravens game tonight on Amazon Prime.
it is another sunny day here so far. i think a cold front is supposed to move through here tonight. oh joy.
i should be on here tomorrow after i get back from mom's physical therapy appointment.
hope everyone has a great day.
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.
Despierto demasiado temprano
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:
Melenas - Bang
Butcher Brown - Eye Never Knew
NOA w/CHRON!AC - Ba Li
The Southern River Band - Stan Qualen
Honey Made - FYC
"The imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere." - Terence McKenna
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
