No lyrics today. No videos. No bullshit. Today’s been rough. Since I woke up. Even went back to bed. Got an extra… 90 minutes? Didn’t help. On the verge of tears. But they won’t come. They never do. Stupid anti-depressants. I don’t know why. I’m sad. Just am. Walked the dog earlier. Good, warm breeze.…

We fell asleep and began to dreamWhen something broke the nightMemories stirred inside of usThe struggle and the fightAnd we could feel the heat of a thousand voicesTelling us which way to goAnd we cried out, “is there no escapeFrom the words that plague us so” Drawn to the Rhythm, Sarah McLaughlan I’m very forgetful…

Only as a teenager, he gets called Rudy a lot. And it’s set in the 1940s. And he battles Nazis and … Writes about it. Hey, my one-time sketch troupe performed “Leave It To Nostradamus” about a precocious little psychic living in middle America in the 1950s. So it could happen. Sorry, had to get…

Digging through the ol’ memory banks tonight. Thinking of the friends I’ve made, those that are still with me, and those who have quietly stepped away. It’s too bloody easy to take online friendships for granted. And Covid hasn’t made things easier. So tonight, I light a (metaphoric) candle for absent friends. I miss you…

I am a man of constant sorrowI’ve seen trouble all my dayI bid farewell to old KentuckyThe place where I was born and raised(The place where he was born and raised) For six long years I’ve been in troubleNo pleasures here on earth I foundFor in this world I’m bound to rambleI have no friends…

Just spent another two hours on the job. Because I can’t stop. Maybe I do need the lithium.

I have issues with work. Specifically, I have issues not working. When there’s a job to be done. Case in point. On Friday, client sends me five chapters of a guidebook that I’m laying out. I look at the week ahead, knowing of other jobs that are said to be on my plate this week.…

Shit. II had this idea. It was clever. It was. Dry. But by the time I got here. I’d lost it. Whoosh. Some writer is gonna have fun with that one. Unless they choose to ignore it. Why would you ignore that idea? It was good. Yeah, but it was mine. And then I’m asked…

By the pricking of my thumbs,something wicked this way comes. Spoken by One of the witches in MacBeth, written by William Shakespeare I’m reeling from the sudden flash that something was wrong and looking to see who wrote/said the damned quote because that’s what that feeling means, and it’s almost always correct. Spinning. My phone…

Today’s action becomes tomorrow’s habit. Chinese Fortune Cookie Literally got that tonight. Reminding me. I promised myself I’d try to make this. A daily. Habit. I wanna build this up like muscle memory. That it would be unnatural not to write. Even if it’s inane bullshit such as this. This is really a lovely day.…