Grass Part 3

All done. Front and back. Suck it, universe, fatty is in control.

Now I’ll just sit here until my back stops screaming at me and then I’ll go back inside and be miserable about the state of what used to be my country again.

Grass

My country is burning and there is nothing I can do. I feel powerless. I feel impotent. Our neighbors are being murdered in the streets for the crime of having the wrong color skin, more neighbors are dying of a plague that should be simple to avoid but isn’t because so many of my neighbors feel that their comfort is more important than other people’s lives.

I need to feel like I have control over something or else I’ll loose my mind. The grass. I have control over the grass. It’s way too long so I’m cutting it all even though doing so makes my back hurt like you wouldn’t believe.

It is an absolutely gorgeous day here in this place that used to be called America.

Crummy

As expected, today has been a bit on the crummy side. Bellana got some lucky good news, which was nice. Jen came to visit me in my office exile a couple of times. Harry came and hung out with me for a while too. All of that helped.

Patches came for a visit too, but all she did was meow a lot. At least she didn’t jump on my desk (she did that before work, but not during).

271/365

My post-work goal tonight is to cook some pork chops on the grill, maybe watch some tube with the family, and mix a May tune or two. I need to calm down tonight because tomorrow is going to suck too. You heard it here first.

May Guitars are Done

I managed to sneak in the last two songs worth of guitars for the May Music. Now all of the tracking is done and I am down to three mixes to go. That’s it. Could we be finishing an album in a month project by the 29th for the fourth month in a row?