February. Week 46. My brain is complete mush. No-no, more than usual. I spent most of January battling shitty insomnia until my body said FUCK THIS SHIT and knocked me down hard. But a forced hard reset seems to have shifted my sleep back into something almost resembling that of a normal human, so…I guess I’ll take it while it lasts. The same thing happened at the beginning of last year, but it gradually slipped…
Three posts in the same month? Don’t get too excited now. I’m just working through my Year In Review bullshit and we’ll be back to my normal bullshit in no time. Week 41… I think. Or the top of 42. Depending on what day I finally hit publish. Whatever. It’s January. It’s a new year. It’s the same shit on a different date. We had sixteen days of vacation, doing our usual of avoiding people,…
There were a few years in a row that I put together a fancy little graphic to showcase my top ten most played artists for the year. Some ended up in my normal year-in-review posts and one got its own post with some other stats tacked on. It really wasn’t that fancy and it always took far longer to put together than it should have for as simple as it was, because I am not…
Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…hah…hah…hah…SOB. I didn’t know if I would do this year-end survey this time around. It’s been such a flaming, festering, incessantly shitty year. Why would my answers to banal questions have anything to do with anything other than a GLOBAL FUCKING PANDEMIC and every other piece of shit the universe threw out this year? But I am a creature of habit and in dire need of a little normalcy, so here we go. 2021 is…
It’s December. 37 Weeks… We survived November, but I’ll finally believe there’s a chance things will start to change in a positive direction if we get to January 21st without the festering pile of rotting excrement fucking up everything even more than he already has. Thanksgiving was just the two of us at home, and while it was nice to not have the three-day post social gathering hangover recovery, it was really weird. I haven’t…
Any time but now… Week 33… Tomorrow is fucking election day and we’re completely fucked no matter which way it goes so fuck everything forever. I had many ideas and intentions to make this more like a real blog post but…FEH. I’m so fucking tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally FUCKING EXHAUSTED. So here is a barely half-assed lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. This word count is one of the only things helping me hold on…
