
For the Birds


I missed half the game, but I’m happy to have a little Bruins hockey on a Thursday night. Suck it, COVID.

Patches is watching The Crown. She’s the Queen of all she surveys and is laughing at the Windsors and their silly little monarchy.

What do you think?


So I’m sitting at my desk watching hockey and I turn around and there she is… watching me.
Creepy.

It’s opening day for the NHL. It’s going to be a super screwy season again, assuming COVID lets us get through the whole thing, but it’s nice to have it back.
The Bruins start tomorrow. I’m ready.

Tonight’s guitar playing was much better than last night. Still not very good, but better. I put leads on two songs and both lead and rhythm on another. Eight songs still to go and six are ready to mix. A fuzz box was used extensively.



Yes, everything is dusty. If you don’t like it you can lick my sack, m’kay?
Patches is losing her shit waiting for the federal government to do something about the terrorist in the White House.
Something. Anything.


I’ve got the COVID/coup blues tonight. I’m not sure what set it off, apart from the obvious, but I’m just feeling more depressed than usual.
Normally when I feel like this I play guitar and I feel better. It didn’t work tonight. I think I feel worse.
Removing Cheeto McClownshoes might help. A vaccine might help too.
I really hate COVID. I really hate trump.
Screw you guys, I’m going to bed. G’night everyone. Better day tomorrow.