It's Thursday I think? This week has been rough on the brain for what day it is. Things are blending together. Why does Axel Rose have to be a piece of shit? Or Manson? Can I still enjoy their music even if they suck ass? Or will their shittiness creep into my mind too much? Bah.
Made mexichicken. We haven't had it in a while. Came out good.
Taught. No issues on that front thankfully. Just got through it and moved on with my day. Did some yard work since it wasn't four degrees for once. Nor raining. Needed to start cleaning up some of the remnants from all the rain and winter that the gardener won't touch.
I'm just not here right now. Tired. Mouth dry. Had weird dreams about Radio Shack and strange stuff. Like finding a new room in the house that could also be the neighbor's. It was very odd. Made no sense at all. I found it because that's where the stove that was in the laundry room went. What? Yeah. Welcome to my nightmare, welcome to my dream. Alice Cooper never hurt anyone right? I can still like Alice Cooper. Only women bleed....
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