it's a convoluted mess
And here I thought… Oh, my March Last.fm lead-in is getting posted on April 30th, I’ll just get the April post up right away on May 1st. And now it’s May 31st. Will the May lead-in hit before June 30th? Time will tell. Will I get back to writing posts that are not just a lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats? Probably, but not this one. We’re under an air quality alert until Monday because… Keep reading…So insincere…
Hey listen. It’s technically still April. Timestamps tell me I started this draft on March 31st, edited it on April 1st and didn’t touch it again until today. There was about half a paragraph written that didn’t make any sense, so I deleted it. I am disconnected and unfocused and unproductive and unsettled by it all. No–no, more than usual. I don’t recall ever having such a useless stretch of time that didn’t involve bad… Keep reading…The wrong situation…
March. On one hand, it’s already March. On the other, is it 2029 yet? It feels like there have been 2,029 days in this year so far. February was too much insomnia, too much homicidal rage, too much…too much. The Etch-a-Sketch brain is being batted around by bored cats. The number of times I have to keep reminding myself of things I need to do and then promptly forgetting is offensive and infuriating. I’m pretty… Keep reading…Same old number…
Bob gave me a Carbuncle perpetual calendar for my birthday several years ago. Every day I update the calendar, absently noting the passage of time. Yesterday when I updated it, I didn’t think anything of the date. Today when I rolled the dice to reflect the correct date, I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. February 18, 2025. Today should be Joe’s 57th birthday. It’s not a milestone year, but it’s… Keep reading…Losing part of the day…
I used the word writing eighteen times here. *cough* Every January like clockwork, my brain starts to think, I should do another Project 365. And then I have to remind myself, NO, YOU DOLT, YOU HATED ALL THREE TIMES YOU DID IT BEFORE. And the urge mostly passes. But for a few weeks, my brain grapples for something creative to glom onto because the turn of the calendar into a new year does weird things… Keep reading…Let old habits through…
Insomnia is being a real bitch, but at least I have new Matt Nathanson music to occupy my brain. It’s nine songs and only has a 29 minute playtime. Because Matty Nay is the King of Short-Ass Albums, apparently. King of Un(Simple) – 29 minutes Boston Accent – 35 minutes Sings His Sat Heart – 32 minutes Show Me Your Fangs – 35 minutes Last of the Great Pretenders – 39 minutes Modern Love –… Keep reading…Keep writing the same old story…