I saw this guy was just starting to bloom today. I’m going to keep an eye on it.

I saw this guy was just starting to bloom today. I’m going to keep an eye on it.

I’m too tired to think straight or see clearly but I’m cooking dinner on the off chance that Jen might want to kiss the cook.
You gotta be ready, people. You gotta be prepared.


Is there anything more Covid-19 pandemic than the sun reflecting through a bottle of Purell?
Art babie, art.
About 45 minutes ago we heard a really loud, low frequency boom. It shook the house a little. It felt far away, but who knows. I went outside to see if I could see anything. I couldn’t, but I saw that it brought a few neighbors out of their houses as well. I just saw a post in a city Facebook group asking about it.
I wonder what it was. I hope everyone is okay. I hope it wasn’t aliens opening pandora’s box or some-sci fi shit like that. Godzilla will be here straight away.
Boom, babie.
After two nights of barely getting four hours of sleep, last night a managed 5:20. That’s progress at least. I predict another rough day.
Maybe I should go to bed early tonight… like say 5:30? Punch out of work and immediately go to sleep.
Earlier today Jen actually told me that I needed to play guitar tonight. I told her I was planning on it. The new attenuators thing was delivered today so I had extra incentive.
Guess what I didn’t do.
You guessed it. I didn’t play guitar.
Tomorrow. I promise. It’s a moral imperative.
To tame the untamable amplifier.

I’ve barely managed four hours of sleep for two nights in a row.
I’m no fortune teller, but I think I can accurately predict that today is gonna suck.
Yippee.