i got up this morning and it was 14 degrees outside. i just love feeling the cold in my old bones. and i don't think it is going to warm up much today either. joy.
Smackdown and 205 Live were both pretty good last night.
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
i got up this morning and it was 14 degrees outside. i just love feeling the cold in my old bones. and i don't think it is going to warm up much today either. joy.
Smackdown and 205 Live were both pretty good last night.
my fear is becoming true i think. writing poetry to me was always easy. making it good got easier the more i wrote. then of course, my ego decided everything i wrote was good. that lasted for a good number of years. now, writing poetry is like trying to squeeze water out of a rock. i wrote 2 poems last night, and it felt like i had to move the mountains to even get that done. i have the feeling i need one of those blackout drunk nights from my 20's to sort of reset everything. and i know i'm not lucky enough that i would die from it. it is this ongoing depression mixed with apathy and pure fucking frustration. and then knowing all the bridges have been burnt and no one is coming around to just say hello. joy. but, i did find out today that all my prescriptions got transferred to the Rite Aid in town. so, that will be a different experience. as long as it eases my frustration with the new insurance, i'll be better off. fuck, i had all these plans today...
the New York Rangers defeated San Jose last night, 3-0.