Jesus…it’s tomorrow!  Sorry, dear reader…time got away from me today.  Just wanted to say hey.

N.P.: “Elevate My Mind” – Stereo MC’s

I have informally adopted a squirrel named Bath Salts.  Of course this would be news to Bath Salts the Squirrel….he doesn’t have a clue.  Bath Slats is insane.  He started hanging around the door of the Writing Shed a couple months ago, and ever since then, we’ve been getting increasingly comfortable with each other’s presences.  I have big plans for me and Bath Salts.  Eventually, I can see us hanging out together at the casino playing video poker and sipping whiskey and bitching about the general state of things.

N.P.: “Two Tone Cadillac” – T Bird and the Breaks

What the fuck is up, dear reader?  The last 48 have been insane…visits from ghosts, lap dances from the terminally ill, and a truly ludicrous amount of vice.  Temptation abounds, but I shall not be swayed.  Jesus said that.  Or maybe it was Elvis.  Either way, words to live by.
Speaking of words, the books are coming along.  But only after midnight, and only under duress.  Which is fine…I’ve been laboring under these ridiculous conditions for decades.

N.P.: “No Gods No Masters” – Garbage

I got a very nice compliment from a tweaker with copious neck and facial tattoos this afternoon.  Said tweaker was stumbling and mumbling darkly to himself as he passed in front of a business that I was exiting.  As I stepped out of the door, this guy looks up at me, says, “Oh shit,” and made a 90-degree turn and jogged to the other side of the street.
That’ll work.

N.P.: “Pimento” – Heavy Trash

Sober and bored and ridiculously busy today.  The books are progressing, but far too slowly for my taste.  Not only are there not enough hours in the day, there are not enough days in the week.

N.P.: “Long Cool Woman” – Vince Neil

The heat is on, as it were, dear reader…meaning it’s hotter than hell outside.  Already.  Mid-90s in late April.  I find it oppressive.
I’ve set some pretty lofty goals for myself tomorrow in the hopes of getting some of the long-term occupants of the To-Do List finally off the list.  Fingers crossed.

N.P.: “Shakey Ground” – The Temptations

The technical issues that plagued yesterday are long gone, dear reader, as yrs. truly was able to get toweringly drunk, rail vociferously against weak tech, and summon all manner of dark forces to my aid.

It’s unpleasantly hot in The Creek today.  This last weekend, the limp-wristed and pathetic winter made a limp-wristed and pathetic last stand against the juggernaut onslaught of yet another ruthless and cruel California summer.  So much for the winter of ’21.

N.P.: “High Society” – Eisbrecher

Jeeeeeeezus!  Today was absolutely fraught with tech problems.  I was able to take care of the more critical ones quickly and early on, but I resent having to deal with them.  And then the more frivolous issues are ongoing because I’ve been too busy writing to fix them.   Which, I must confess, puts me in weird and dark states of piss off, because it means things like no music in the shed.  Jungle Juice™ can only be so good when it’s imbibed in an atmosphere bereft of appropriate tiki lounge music, but that’s what happened today, dear reader.  It was sad.  Alas.  Forsooth.  Et cetera.

N.P.: “United Nations Stomp (feat. Marcus King)” – Dumpstaphunk

Too tired to write, dear reader.  No way to church it up…I’m spent.

N.P.: “System” – Shook

Today was a good day.  Didn’t write a word, but, that said, it was a good day.

N.P.: “Here’s Looking At You” – Cheap Trick