Status Quoth

  • Today’s a White Blank Page kinda day.
  • Some days, the Stream does not flow.
  • It’s worse when it’s fiction and not this nonsense.
  • Still sucks though.
  • At my advanced age, I finally appreciate the need for good sleep.
  • Not just some.
  • But plenty and good quality
  • I mentioned this yesterday.
  • Not getting good sleep craters your entire next day.
  • I passed out on the couch yesterday afternoon.
  • It’s not that I mind a nap.
  • I used to.
  • The Teenager does.
  • She resents them.
  • Will not entertain the notion.
  • We had a talk about sleeping in school the other day.
  • Because I sure did when I was her age.
  • She said she’ll put her head on her desk but will not sleep.
  • I had no compunction about falling asleep in class.
  • There was this one time in Oklahoma History in ninth grade where I was napping and the teacher (yes, I remember her name; she hated me) called on me to answer a question.
  • I lifted my head, gave the correct answer, put my head back down.
  • My friends told me about her face afterward.
  • She also made fun of me, in front of the class, for shopping at the Army Surplus store.
  • That day, I had on my black Vision Streetwear, my OD BDUs, and my white Metallica “Crash Course in Brain Surgery” t-shirt.
  • Got an A in her class, thank you very much.
  • Oklahoma history is the worst and getting worser apparently.
  • Thanks, Douche Walters.
  • Anyway, sleeping through history class was a thing for me.
  • But … I did the head-on-desk thing, too.
  • Like I said, I came to the appreciate sleep thing late in life.
  • I have only stayed up past midnight a handful of times in the last few years.
  • Used to be every day.
  • Every night?
  • I dunno.
  • Fatigue wins out.
  • That’s what I’m saying
  • Listen to your bodies.
  • These days, I miss out on sleep it’s like I stayed up drinking.
  • The hangover feels the same.
  • And takes as long to recover.
  • The worst.
  • Also why (you know, when I can) I never have more than two drinks, and probably just once a week.
  • Not a tax I want to pay.
  • There are plenty I don’t mind.
  • We won’t get into that.
  • But taxes are necessary for a functioning society.
  • You know what else I worry about?
  • Not being able to spell.
  • Been writing by hand a lot the past few days.
  • Paranoia.
  • Because people are going to see it.
  • We are all dependent upon spellcheck.
  • They want me dependent upon Grammarly.
  • Get the f out of my face with that.
  • Yes, I know the rules.
  • Yes, I know if I let Grammarly into my shit, it’ll sound like someone else wrote it.
  • I had one of my coworkers ask me how to get better at writing.
  • “Write.”
  • Sounds ridiculous.
  • Trite.
  • You have to develop your voice, and there’s only one way to do it.
  • Read and write?
  • Writing sculpts your brain.
  • I always imagine …
  • Have I done this already?
  • F.
  • My brains are fried.
  • No writing lesson for you today.
  • As usual, I want to talk music.
  • Sitting in the living room listening to the Tron Legacy soundtrack again.
  • Daft Punk.
  • It is good shit.
  • My default most days, however, is Tool.
  • Since the pandemic, my most-listened-to band.
  • I have rebought all their CDs for the car.
  • Cold. Dead. Hands.
  • But I won’t do that to the Wife while she works from home on the couch.
  • Had a station pause.
  • “Do you ever listen to music when you work from home by yourself?”
  • “Huh-uh.”
  • Alrightey then.
  • I have to have it.
  • You know this.
  • Well, some of you do.
  • Now the rest.
  • I have tinnitus.
  • Have had since 2008.
  • Music blunts the ring.
  • And well, you know how I feel about art.
  • Dammit all.
  • Music is cathartic.
  • Writing these lists does that, too.
  • Remember how we started.
  • Writer’s block. Bad mood (in case you missed it).
  • Doing this for me and inviting people along for the ride.
  • Gonna put the headphones on later and do some 10,000 Days.
  • And work on the book.
  • And call the Mayo.
  • This recovery shit is … busy.
  • Clock’s ticking, however.
  • And my brain is no longer content with the status quo.
  • I can keep going.
  • Poetry’s becoming a thing.
  • And I need to read some Hemingway as a recharge.
  • And these prints The Wife got (related) are amazing.
  • Need to be on the wall now.
  • What I’m saying …
  • “… Miles to go before I sleep.”

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