Kind of a flat-line of a day, dear reader.  Nothing great happened, not terrible happened.  Wrote some stuff, watched some stuff, and leftovers.  Of course it was Wednesday, and nothing great ever happens on Wednesdays.
I did get a chance to rewatch “6 Days to Air – the Making of South Park” which I found very inspirational.  Maybe “motivational” is more accurate.  Anyway, I highly recommend.
Still loving the lock-down.  Seriously, I was kind of designed for this.  It’s weird, I know.  Anyway, I hope all is well with you.

N.P.: “The Sundown” – Ennio Morricone

Today wasn’t quite as lazy as yesterday, but I won’t be receiving any productivity awards for today, either.  I got a little writing done.  Didn’t even start any of the projects I thought I might start today.  I have higher hopes for tomorrow.

N.P.: “Midnight Moonlight” – The Firm

I was just reminded that stupid, pointless, insipid Daylight Saving Time is about to be forced upon us again by fools. This depressed me and vexes me greatly. I am greatly vexed by Daylight Saving Time. Just a reminder: my first day in power, DST will be outlawed, and its practitioners jailed. Fucketh not with the clock!

N.P.: “Cry Little Sister” – Vomitron, Anneke Van Giersbergen

What’s up, reader. I ended up staying up a little late last night working on a couple of things, so today I’m tired as hell. Today was rather dull. I didn’t appreciate it.

N.P.: “Black Lambo” – Lazerpunk

My mood is far better tonight, dear reader…thank you for asking.
My “research” for the slasher novel has lead me to some interesting places, psychologically. I guess what’s most interesting to me is that I can really effectively separate myself that is out doing weird shit from myself that is dispassionately observing it and taking mental notes. And it’s that ability (amongst other psychological anomalies) that the other book is about. So there’s a weird sort of synergy going on between those two projects that’s kinda cool.

N.P.: “My Little Problem (Violet Door) – Precious Child

There is simply no escaping the fact that I am in a foul mood, dearest reader. Been like this all day. I started out fussy, then graduated to grouchy, and by the time the sun set, I was thoroughly pissed off. It’s probably just hormones. Gonna head to bed while the body count is still zero.

N.P.: “Sisyphus” – Foie Gras

My relationship with society and it’s insipid excuse for a culture is pretty much a post-divorce relationship when neither one of us have a place to go, so even though we’re totally done with each, despise one another, we’re stuck next to each other in the same fucking house. It’s rather uncomfortable. And it gets more difficult the longer it lasts.

N.P.: “Thanks for Calling” – SONOIO

These books are going to be fucking amazing. I mean, if I ever finish them, they’re going to be fucking amazing. They just needs to quit moving around and sit still long enough for me to write them.

Don’t worry, dearest reader…I can assure you, the wait will have been worth it.

N.P.: “Love Kills” – Joe Stummer

20-hour days = fussy Jayson. Yep, I’m fussy. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. Aw shit…is tomorrow Thanksgiving? Shit. How did that happen? Time is being a dick again. I spoke to The Rain about it last night, but he said nobody can do anything about Time. I hate it when Forces of Nature start acting all uppity and out of pocket. It can be quite difficult reining them in.
God, I’m fussy.

N.P.: “Turbo Lover” – Judas Priest

Gratitude and respect to all of our veterans and their families. Thanks to you all.