The extroverts are getting restless.  Weenies.
Today was okay.  For a Monday.  Didn’t get enough writing done.

N.P.: “The Best (feat. Alice Merton)” – AWOLNATION

Another fine day basking in introverted glory.  I so don’t want this to end.  Work on the book(s) is going well.   Starting again tomorrow morning.

N.P. “Destruye” – Rabia Sorda

Whiskey and wings and movies today.  “1917” should have won Best Picture of the Year.

N.P.: “Stronger Without You” – Julien-K

Congratulations, extroverts: under our leadership, the introverts have given you one full month without a mass shooting.  A month without any suicide bombings.  A month without hostage situations.  A month without kidnappings. A month without prison riots.  Hell, there hasn’t even been a decent bar fight since St. Patrick’s Day.  And all you had to do was learn how to spend a little time alone.
But really…those above statistics are true, yet not one gun was confiscated, not one amendment was abridged, no legislation was passed, yet it was the single most effective solution to each of the above-mentioned problems ever implemented.  Now, I know that the present Way of Things is unsustainable.  My only hope is that when the extroverts once again slavishly give in to their compulsion to be close to other people, and assholes start shooting or blowing those gatherings up, rather than instinctively attempting to limit the constitutional rights of others, it would be a lot more convenient, effective, and constitutional to consider modifying your own behavior.  I know it’s an almost impossible concept for the extrovert mind to grasp, but it’s true: it is within your power to permanently end most of the above acts of barbarism.  Previously you’ve dismissed this sort of thinking as impossible, but you just did it.  And you survived.

N.P.: “In the Hall of the Mountain King” – Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

Worked on the book some more today.  Starting to get into the new rhythm of things, and it’s really working for me.  Gonna get back to it.

N.P.: “Was Ist Hier Los?” – Eisbrecher

Today was a damn fine day, dear reader…damn fine.  Wrote the shit out of the book.  Finally figured out what to do with the opening, plus added to an already interesting chapter.  Still going, so I wanna get back to it.  Hope you’re staying well.

N.P.: “The Bazaar” – The Tea Party

People seem very uncomfortable with the idea of thinning The Herd.  But imagine village life instead of city life.  Imagine living in an area where you were one of 300-500 people, and there was no other village for 50-100 miles.  Everyone would have a job or a role, and if you got sick, people would feel your absence.  It would be noticed.  Because you would live in a world where there aren’t dozens of other people who are available to fill in for you.  Either you show up to work or the work doesn’t gets done, and there are so few people that all jobs are essential: the group is, on some level, going to suffer because you were unable to perform your role.  I’m telling you, dear reader, suicide rates would plummet and the number of people whose lives would “have meaning” would skyrocket.  People born into today’s society are extraneous and they know it.  And they live most of their adult lives with this gnawing feeling that they really are just a number, doing some awful job that was created for them because well, we have all these goddamn people, and they need to work.
Look, there really are too many people.  A society that has time to bitch at each other about what pronouns they want to be called and which bathroom they get to use is a society with far too much free time.  If we cut the population in half (or better), people would be far too busy surviving to have time to be stupid.

N.P.: “Don’t Bring Me Down” – Electric Light Orchetstra

Each day is better than the one before, dear reader, because each day is another day since the extroverts were removed from power.  Things have never been so peaceful.  At least not since ’73.  I’m too busy basking in The Quiet to write.

N.P.: “Coming Home” – Ulver

Happy Easter, dear reader.  Today was fucking brilliant.  Got up about noon.  Had my breakfast whiskey while I was taking a shower, which I cannot believe I had never done before.  It was like being in Motley Crue.  Then I remembered it was Easter, which, whatever, but that meant dealing with The Ham and making Easter dinner, which is just a pain in the hole.  Why could Jesus have risen from the dead on a Monday?  Anyway, I accidentally got a bit drunkish today in celebration of the ascension of our lord Jesus.

N.P.: “The Valkyrie (Immigrant Song)” – CZARINA

Good day, and how’s it hangin’, dear reader?  Low and to the right, I hope.  Today was okay.  Did a lot of cooking, a little driving (which, by the way, two things: 1) I really rely on traffic to keep me from just tearing ass from one end of this wretched state to the other, and 2) absolutely fuck minivans.  All of them everywhere.  Honest to God, dear reader…take 75% of the cars of the freeway, who’s the one that still can’t handle the complexities of freeway driving?  Yep, that asshole in the minivan.  Fuck minivans.) and not nearly enough writing.  Perhaps tomorrow.  Tomorrow is much better suited for raising literary hell.
I hope you’re staying well, dear reader.

N.P.: “Chinese Black” – Die Krupps, Jyrki 69