it's a convoluted mess
August. One month closer to the end of the festering hellscape that is summer (and Summertime SAD). Last year we still had the A/C running in October and if that happens again this year, I can’t be blamed if I start breaking shit. Week 125… People are still convinced it’s all over, except every single one of them seems to be catching The Plague, so… Anyway. O.A.R. dropped a new album. Matt Nathanson released a… Keep reading…Out on a ledge…
TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot. July. There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one. According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain. NOT GOOD, KIDS. It’s Week 70…ish. Are we still counting weeks? When do we… Keep reading…Slipping in and out of focus…
Here we are in the throes of WEEK 24. But really, who’s counting anymore? Everybody. Everybody is counting. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyroad. 1.) Insomnia is back with a vengeance lately. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that last week and this week Bob has had to go into work to cover support for someone who is out on vacation and those duties can’t be done remotely and… Keep reading…Ain’t no way around it…
Heeey. We’re halfway into March. I’m so fucking tired. We’re hurtling headfirst into a global pandemic, it’s an election year. I won’t even bother asking what else could make shit terrible, because the world will let me know in the next five minutes anyway. Ech. In other news… I was reading something that referenced a song by The Killers and it got me thinking about the handful of songs they have on the Drive List… Keep reading…The suffering of fools…