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(Red) Rain or: Soaking in It

18 Friday May 2018

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I am so over the wet, rainy weather conditions. I think we missed spring, at least the sunny spring because now if the sun is out, it’s hotter than seven hades and we’re still in the middle of May. But, the rain is so annoying. I can’t ride with my windows or sunroof open. I can’t sit in the yard. I can’t do much of anything. I hate being wet and I hate running to my car to avoid becoming so. Meh, I say.

Anyone else already done with the rain? Does anyone actually enjoy it? I’m sure there are some. I mean, I don’t mind rain but let it do its business and then leave. I believe it’s appropriate that tomorrow is the anniversary of Peter Gabriel’s So (my favorite album of all time), if for no other reason than the opening tune is about rain (at least in title). Here’s the video since the rain makes me not want to do a lot of writing.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“I am standing up at the water’s edge in my dream. I cannot make a single sound as you scream. It can’t be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch. We touch. This place is so quiet, sensing that storm. Red rain is coming down. Red rain. Red rain is pouring down. Pouring down all over me.” – “Red Rain” (Gabriel)

The Last of My Colored Hair or: How Long, Now?

15 Tuesday May 2018

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So, I’m going to spare you the whole “it was 16 years ago today at 2:42pm, that my awesome son was unleashed upon this world” story. But, really, that’s what happened. So, instead, I’m going to tell you about the thing that happened today, which I’m sure you can figure out what that is. But, time’s up and I’m going to tell you anyway.

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Yeah, that’s my kid…

 

Yeah, his mother and I accompanied 3B to the local DMV/Highway Patrol office and watched him and a nice officer drive off in her vehicle. They were gone about 10 minutes at the most and then they came back. I thought, uh oh. That didn’t take too long. That can’t be good. But, the instructor confirmed that she hadn’t been scared by his driving.

3B is a good driver. I still worry about his immaturity but I guess you have to let them grow up, right? I mean Mes ‘Rents gave me room and always hoped that I’d grow up. I don’t think that I ever did, though.

So, yeah, he passed it on his first try. Look out WSNC (and Pinnacle and all points in between).

In all this happening, we didn’t record The Man Who Ate the Town today, but in missing that, I want to give a big shout out to our sponsors anyway. Washington Perk is your downtown purveyor of fine provisions. It’s not a grocery store, no, but it’s better than a convenience store. Sandwiches from the Perk deli counter, a wall of beer and wine, a chip corner, Larry’s Beans coffee and, of course, Wolfie’s Custard. You can find them at 301 W 4th Street in WSNC.

For the best cookies and baked goods in town, much of which is gluten-free and/or vegan, you have to go to The Humble Bee Shoppe located at 1003 Brookstown Ave in WSNC. Brittany makes everything from scratch and as we say, she wants to challenge your perception of scratch-made and give you a baked goodness experience that you’ll never forget!

Di Lisio’s Italian Family Restaurant is my favorite Italian restaurant in town. Tony is my favorite Italian. I’ve never made any bones about that, right? Kelly and The BCPF both agree with me, too. Homemade sauces, delicious seafood and meat options with a variety of pasta to choose from. Di Lisio’s goes beyond lasagne and spaghetti but if that is what you like, you will love Di Lisio’s! They”re located at 301 Brookstown Ave.

Thanks to all our sponsors for everything they do. And, hey! I’ve not received any playlists, yet. Get with it folks! And, watch out for my boy out there on the road.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“I’m not ready for this…” – 3B’s mother, my “baby mama.”

Second Sunday or: Threadbare Trio

14 Monday May 2018

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Yesterday, my pals Neal Goode and Clay Howard and I performed for the first SSO4 of 2018. We opened the season doing a little “comedacoustic” music. I just made that up. Anywhat! I wanted to show a picture or six. I thought they looked cool. Thanks to Mackenzie Cates-Allen and Hayley Cates for the pics, by the way.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“We want to thank the visionary, passionate creators of SSO4, the 4CM Group. The Winston-Salem Ambassadors are honored to have been entrusted with this wonderful event.” – SSO4 (Winston-Salem Ambassadors)

Not-So Quick Shot or: All in the Pipes

04 Friday May 2018

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I alluded to this yesterday but I just wanted to say that I was proud of myself this week. I have never been mechanically inclined or ever been a “handyman” of any kind. I can change the oil on older cars but I don’t like to and I don’t want to. I have done some things around my house like changing a disposal and more than one ceiling fan. But, for the most part, I’ll admit, I’ve always just had my Pops do all that stuff. Hey, Dad, can you come fix this? Hey, Pops, can you “help” me figure this out? and so on…PlumbingSerivce

A few years ago, I had a leaky shower and he came and changed some kind of valve or something in the spigot. Yeah, I don’t know. But, this past week (the last two actually) the other valve became quite leaky. So much so that when you turned the handle all the off, it really just kept on running. That, in itself, was bad enough but this continuously ran the hot water. So, showers were a bit chillier than normal.

Funny story, though, for the first day that this started to really be noticeable, we didn’t know what it was. For some reason the floor of the shower was hot. I checked in the kitchen (below the shower) and the ceiling wasn’t hot. Because the drip was annoying, we had taken the hand-held shower head and sat it on one of the “seats” in the shower. It wasn’t until I bent over to check it whilst in the shower that I noticed it was the hot water that was running out. We had spent all day freaking out about what could be causing that. Okay, I digress.

So, determined that I need to learn to do stuff on my own – I’m 47 and have to stop relying on my Pops to do everything for me (although I’m sure he would have done it had I asked) – I watched some YouTube vids and remembering that he had replaced that valve, I headed on down to Lowe’s and grabbed what I thought was the part I needed. “Deduction” was my true superpower that day. I had to figure between two models and then some guestimations. I won the battle of self-wit and brought the piece home.

The next day, I set out to tackle it. I have a valve on the inside of my house that allows me to turn off the water coming in. I grabbed the few tools I thought I needed and headed to the shower to tackle that biotch! Carefully trying to remember what I had watched, I used my Allen key to undo the handle, then the adapter for the handle over the valve. I examined it a bit and then took the sleeve off of the valve. I had to use a towel, but I was able to get the brass nut off of the valve as well as the O-ring. Using a flat head screwdriver I pried the valve from its well.

Okay, it looked like it matched, although the color was wrong, but this was 16 years old, after all. I matched up the sides so I would know which was hot and cold. Put it in there, put the brass nut back on, and the O-ring. The vanity sleeve was a bit of a pain but finally got it on there. Then the adapter and finally the handle. I tightened it up and walked back downstairs to turn the water back on. Went back upstairs, took a deep breath, and turned the handle. Water came from the nozzle. Great.

But then the handle, sleeves, brass nut, and valve, all, shot across the shower and there was a line of water that looked a lot like a solid bar going across the middle of the shower. CRAP!! I closed the shower door and ran back downstairs, around the rooms to get to the valve to turn it off once again. Back to it again. I think I didn’t have the brass nut on correctly so that’s why the water pressure kicked the valve off. I put it back together, correctly this time, and it has been working perfectly, with no drips, since Tuesday. Yay me!

I felt really good about it. Yeah, it’s a minor thing but for me and my disinclination, I thought it turned out great and I was very proud of myself. I didn’t have to call anyone. I didn’t have to talk to anyone about it. I just did it. Thanks, YouTube and the crazy, Yankee plumbers and handymen that post videos of them changing old ladies’ shower valves in upstate New Yawk and Bah-ston. Now, what’s the next project?

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“My plumbing is no one’s business but my own.” – Peter O’Toole

Reaching the Beach or: Shipping Up to Boston

03 Thursday May 2018

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Here’s the phone conversation:

The BCPF: “Hello.”
Me: “So, baby… I love you!”
The BCPF: “Um… I love you.”
Me: “I fixed the shower (it had been leaking really badly (I was proud of myself – that’s another conversation)).”
The BCPF: “Yay! Thank you.”
Me: “And… I love you!”
The BCPF (with trepidation): “I love you…?”
Me: “So, I made a little purchase today.”
The BCPF: “Okay…?”
Me: “You know how we’ve gone to several concerts to see your bands and you told me it was my turn next?”
The BCPF (cautiously): “Yeah…?”
Me: “Well, I purchased tickets to something. And, it’s on our anniversary weekend.”
The BCPF: “Okay…?”
Me (after a pregnant pause): “And… it’s in Boston.”
The BCPF: “WHOA!!!”
Me: “I LOVE YOU!”
The BCPF (stutteringly): “Wha… er… um…  Okay, so, two questions…”
Me: “Okay. I love you!”
The BCPF: “First: who is it?”
Me: “The Fixx.”
The BCPF: “Really!?”
Me: “Yep.”
The BCPF: “Okay… Second: how are you paying for this?”
Me: “I had a bit from a new sponsor.”
The BCPF: “So, I don’t have to pay for it?”
Me: “Nope. I’ve already done it.”
The BCPF (still stutteringly): “Wha… er… um… ”
Me: “I LOVE YOU!”

So, that’s almost word-for-stuttering-word the conversation. I partially blame Doug Davis, yes, that Doug Davis for it, although, it’s a good blame. You know, Dear Reader, how I post all these records that I listen to on my Instagram/Facebook/Twitter almost daily? Well, I posted one on Tuesday that was The Fixx’s Phantoms. Doug mentioned that they were still doing gigs with the classic lineup and that they were touring but nowhere around here. I said, “ROAD TRIP!!”

And, apparently, I wasn’t kidding. I went online, as one does, and looked up their tour. There was one in Nashville and some all across the country but here this one was on Labor Day, September 3. Our anniversary – you’ll remember because I don’t dare allow you to forget it – is on September 2. It just so happened to be in Boston. There were four tix left. I bought one. The venue, City Winery, only seats about 200 people it appears so it will be intimate.

We have both mentioned, several times, that we wanted to go to Boston one day. We are also the couple that will talk about doing stuff but won’t actually pull the trigger on making big plans until we “have reason to.” We haven’t been anywhere for our anniversary since our honeymoon and serendipity says that those two stones could be knocked out by one bird. That bird (or Bee-man) was me.

We agreed, once she was able to breathe, that we’d just have to tighten up and save for some stuff. Turns out, I had some Sky Miles with Delta and was able to book roundtrip tix from GSO to BOS for only $56 cash (travel insurance and all). Plus, I still have some Sky Miles to use later. So, that was taken care of. A reason and the transportation.

Now, just to find the right accommodations. I scanned my known inventory of hotels (no I’m no longer a travel agent, but I know where to look) and found something that I know that The BCPF would love (she loves classic “old” places) and settled on the Omni Parker House in the “North End (or just right outside of it)” which is about 2 blocks from the inspiration for Cheers (one of our favorite shows to watch together) and about that far from the venue to see the band. It’s on the “Freedom Trail” and we will get to do a lot of exploring of the “cradle of American civilization (as I call it),” Boston.

The hotel itself has a rich literary history involving both Edith Wharton and Charles Dickens (her two favorite authors) and other literary figures, plus it is where (allegedly) the Bostom Cream Pie was perfected and the Parker House roll was invented. There are about 30 more things I found about it but will save that for when I travel. It was also the least expensive in that area but still a 4-star hotel. We will be there for five nights.

As for The Fixx. I know that I like them. I love what I have heard, which is actually more than what they play on the radio, still. I have three albums by them and really, really dig them. They will be playing Reach the Beach in its entirety which celebrates its 35th anniversary in 12 days (3B’s birthday).  This is the album with “Saved By Zero” and “One Thing Leads to Another.” It’s also the farthest I’ve ever traveled to see a band. The previous record was driving to Greenville, South Carolina to see KISS, Jackyl, and Trixter. You’d think if I was going to do this it would be for my favorite band or at least one that I identify as a “fan” of. Like I said, I love what I have and will learn even more before September. I promise that! So, it looks like we’re going to have fun in Boston.

I know a good bit of you have been to Boston. What would you recommend? I know that she already has most of the trip planned already (not really) but I’d like to hear some “must see,” especially food places and beer places (yes, we’ll probably go to Samuel Adams). Thanks in advance for that!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Crying parents tell their children, ‘if you survive, don’t do as we did.’ A son exclaims there’ll be nothing to do to. Her daughter says she’ll be dead with you. While foreign affairs are screwing us rotten, line morale has hit rock bottom. Dying embers stand forgotten. Talks of peace were being trodden. Stand or fall. State your peace tonight.” – “Stand or Fall” (Curnin/West-Oram/Woods/Greenall/Barrett)

Relief or: Cult-Like

27 Friday Apr 2018

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I meant to write this earlier today but time wasn’t on my side.

I mentioned in my post yesterday that I had yet another doctor’s appointment. It was with a dermatologist. Her name was Dr. Liu. My general practitioner referred me to her when I asked him about something on my back. no-c

About four months ago, I had a place that was a bit itchy on my back. It was one of those places that was under the skin but continued to itch no matter how much I scratched. I made it worse because I continued to scratch. At one point, it welted up and I kept on it. I rubbed it raw and it scabbed up. It became slightly discolored. It continued to itch.

So, I asked my doc about it and he said it could be eczema or it could be a basal cell (which could be cancerous). I don’t care who you are and no matter how minor it may be, you hear the “‘C’ Word” and that will mess with your mind. I’ll admit that I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and worried even though I told myself I wasn’t going to. It’s hard not to.

I had my appointment around 2:20p today and The BCPF went with me. She took about 45 seconds to look at it and then asked me to stand up (I was having a full-body exam). She said, “my goodness those are huge calves!” If you don’t know me, I have always had huge calves, even when I was a skinny kid. It was funny. We all laughed. After that, she told me that it was most likely a pinched nerve at one time and then I made it irritated and then it turned into, as she said, “a discolored itchy spot.” Not cancer. That was amazing to hear. A wash of relief came over me. That was great news. The BCPF and I high-fived each other. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew what the dealio was.

Again, I meant to talk about that earlier today but I didn’t sleep too well last night with the new CPAP. So, I napped a bit today. Tonight, I played some Cult songs with my pals Clay, Chad, Neal, and Lee. It was fun. We did pretty well. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

Nite.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Discolored itchy spot” – Dr. Liu

A Full Day or: Appts Galore

26 Thursday Apr 2018

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Let me tell you, Dear Reader… I’m worn out. Both emotionally and physically.

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Same system I use.

 

I’ve not been sleeping the best I could be even though I have been using my CPAP machine. I sleep long hours but it’s not the best rest. Last night, for example, I slept over seven hours. But, I feel like I’m dragging during the day. Not to worry, though, I went today and had my machine recalibrated and also changed the humidifier. So, then I won’t worry about the cold dry air drying me out and therefore keeping my sleep a bit askew. I’m hoping that works.

Then, I had an appointment with my eye doctor because my monthly contacts have run out three months before my next scheduled appointment. That’s because I have had three of them actually break in my right eye, alone!! And, a few others popped out and disappeared. I used to not take my contacts out, even though they were made to leave in a few days at a time. Plus, my prescription was a little off. I complained about that to my optometrist. My old contacts did better and I got no headaches. So they adjusted my script and it seems to be doing okay. Plus, I got dailies instead of monthlies. So, let’s hope that helps, too.

But wait! There’s more. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with another doctor that I’m not going to talk about right now. That will come later. Tomorrow night, I’ll be playing with my partner-in-crime, Clay Howard along with our Threadbare Trio mate Neil Goode and our “+1” Chad Huskey and another friend of ours, Lee Wallace to perform songs by The Cult. I’ll probably talk more about that tomorrow, too. So, stay tuned.

Anywhat! That was my day and tomorrow is just as full.

Until then, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.” – Anthony Burgess

A Unique Piggyback or: Sixth Second On

18 Wednesday Apr 2018

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Note: I liked what I wrote about this day last year so I just copied it and reposted. It’s hard to write this story without repeating myself so, why fight it? I want to bring attention to the fact that I’m still here to annoy you, Dear Reader. I am happy to be able to say that (that I’m still here).

It was five six years ago today that I received my “zipper.” Being at the hospital before the sun came up, getting shaved from neck to (literally) toe, seeing my family, having my (then) fiance – The BCPF – standing holding my hand and trying to keep a happy face, having my parents pray over me as I get wheeled through some ominous doors, being moved onto a mostly comfortable operating table and telling stupid jokes to the operating staff before I just blacked out counting back from 100. That’s how I remember it.

I groggily stirred with a breathing tube snaked through my gullet whilst hearing a nurse, whose name I believe was Sandy, talk to me and me nodding that I understood whatever it was she was saying to me. The BCPF came in to see me, touching me, stroking my hair (I still had a little bit). I’m not sure of the timeline, I was still very doped up on morphine at the time. Maybe some time passed, maybe it didn’t, but Ma Mère came into the recovery room and in a moment we will all talk about until we’re no longer here, she patted me on the left shoulder and said, “see, you really do have a heart.” At this point I pointed to “Sandy” and made a motion to bring me a writing utensil and something to write upon. In my continued, and glorious haze, I scribbled to my mother the following:

Leave the comedy to me!

I remember everyone laughing. My job was done, I went through another phase of “blacked out.” They had collapsed my lungs in order to get to my arteries and heart and whatever else they were doing with me and, as a lifelong asthmatic, my lungs and me have a long history of arguing. They weren’t wanting to cooperate and inflate so I could breathe on my own. So, recovery took a little longer than it should have. Then they wheeled me up to my own private room. I had to get up and sit in a chair. I asked for my phone and that’s when this selfie was taken:

Tim After Surgery

My son came in to see me, as did my family. I had put them all through a lot. They were tired, nervous, but happy that I was sitting there making stupid faces at them, I was alive. I had survived. Hand me my heart-shaped pillow and let me cough. There was no laying down for a while, that’s for sure. When I sat back, I could feel my chest shifting. After all, they did saw me in half. I didn’t lay down for about four weeks, actually. But, over time my strength came back and I was able to maneuver around like a real person.

On the way to that, though, I had people watching over me like a hawk. The BCPF made sure that someone was “on duty” with me the whole time, from my sister to my mother, her to her mother. Someone was always here. It got to where I had to fake needing to go to the bathroom just to go sit on the toilet lid and be by myself for a few minutes. I had some great friends bring me and my chaperones food. I can’t tell Chris and Ashley, Doug and Molly and Jerry and Jennifer how much I appreciate them doing that.

After this, though, The BCPF and I decided that we’re going to live. LIVE! And, that’s what we’ve done. We’ve been to Europe twice, the second a wedding/honeymoon expedition. We accompanied friends to Costa Rica. We went to Walt Disney World with my family. We have time with each other. We enjoy just about everything we do. We collect records, we eat really delicious food, we hang out with really terrific friends, we just love our lives.

I have to really thank The BCPF for everything, because if it
weren’t for her, making sure I take my meds regularly, eating right, doing what little exercise I’ll do, going to my doc appts, and just living the heck out of IMAG0150me, I wouldn’t be here today to write this. She didn’t sleep much that first week. When she did it was in my hospital bed. My boy is also a huge part of my life. He’s almost 15 16 so he’s testing my ticker a good bit, but I love that boy to no end. They together are truly my everything. To my family, thank you all for your support and being here for me. To my friends, you’re all my bedrocks. You’re the foundation that I build on. To The Beer Dads, Jon and Paul, thank you guys for traversing this weird ride with The BCPF and me in our quest for World Domination. To everyone. I love you. Just… I love you. To Dr. Bret Borchelt. Thank you for “fixing” me.

I was 41 when this happened. I’m 46 47 now. I have to at least make it to 82 for me to be satisfied with it. I have to say, in all sincerity, I would never want to go through this again. However, in the grand scheme of things, it was all worth it and really, for me, wasn’t all that terrible. I think my family and friends had it worse than I in this ordeal. I got taken care of, waited on and yes had to endure some pain, but it wasn’t too awful. I’m just glad we have hit the “magic number” (no not three in this case) of five six. That’s when the docs stop looking so closely at the procedure. I’m still here and other than being ridiculously fat, I feel great. So, all is well on this side of the world. I hope all of you have as wonderful a time as I do. Happy fifth sixth second birthday to me.

I talked to The BCPF this morning (2018) and inquired about her writing a post one year to recount the experience from her perspective. She said that would take time and she doesn’t have time right now, but one day. I may get her to do it and save it for when I need it. You can hear me talk more about it on The Less Desirables tonight.

Until tomorrow, still kickin’…
Scorp out!

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“Open-heart surgery is now part of a typical life experience for many people. Folks talk casually about ‘having a stent put in,’ as if they had their tires rotated.” – Roger Ebert

Way Too Fast or: a Close Shave

16 Monday Apr 2018

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So, today was another milestone in the life of being the paternal unit of 3B. Next month is the biggest he’s done yet but right now we’ll talk about the first time he shaved. Yeah, I know it’s a little thing but to me, it’s a big deal.20180416_215626

He’s had to deal with spotty growth which is normal for a young man, but we’re going to get those splotchy spots filled in. Whilst at the store yesterday, we purchased him a Gillette razor and shaving gel. He was ready last night but I talked him into waiting until after his shower this morning.

The important part, I told him, was that you don’t move the razor sideways. Always with the grain and with the direction the blades face. He did okay. He was a little timid with the razor but he’ll get it. He wanted to leave a little on his chin and he wanted to keep his mustache, which is still a little thin, but it’s a start. I gave him some cooling gel to use afterward. He said it felt funny, tingly, but it looked good. There were a couple of spots he missed but, as I said, he’ll get it.

I was his age when I started shaving, using an electric razor. That never got me where I wanted and you can see where my beard is today and I couldn’t do that with an electric razor. Those are for when you are shaving everything, at least in my experience. I was in college before I used a real razor for the first time. I just wanted to get him started.

We’ll see when he does it again. I figure a few weeks or maybe even a month would be a good routine until the hair starts coming in thicker and more often. I have to shave every other day, he’s got a way to go for that. But, he’s shaving now…

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Every time I go and shave, I assume there’s someone else on the planet shaving. So I say, ‘I’m gonna go shave, too.'” – Mitch Hedberg

Drained or: Contact Lows

09 Monday Apr 2018

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I am dragging today. I don’t know why. I’m lethargic and tired. I even nodded off for a few minutes in the studio. I thought I slept okay. I felt like I did. Leopard_Resting_on_Tree_600

I know WrestleMania was last night. And, yeah, I know its cheesy but I’ve been a ‘Rasslin” ran all my life and that hasn’t changed. This is not a post about that, but I will say it started off right and just dwindled over time. I’m going to say it, seven hours of wrestling is too much. I can sit and watch WWE Network for hours but when it’s all current/keeping-up-with stuff, that’s hard. Seven hours, I tell ya. The pre-game started at 5pm and the show proper at 7pm and went until midnight (well later because I had paused it a couple of times). Too much, WWE, remember that.

On top of just being tired, for the first time in four months, I slept with my contacts in. Mine are made to withstand that every once in a while but my eyes have grown accustomed to resting at night. I also think that not having them in allows me to rest better, as well. That is probably a big contributor to this. I don’t know how I forgot to take them out. It is a nightly routine. I guess I was mentally fatigued from watching the choreographed combative ballet that I enjoy so much.

So, I’ve been listening to Queensryche in the studio trying to wake myself up. I’m kind of glad we didn’t record Fan Interference today because I may have very well fallen asleep on TC. No worries, though, I’m okay. I have Apartment 5B to do in a bit (have I told you about that? That’s another story) and a late lunch with my good pal, Tim. That will wake me up.

Then I’ll go home and watch more WWE until I fall out (and take my contacts out). I hope you have a great day…

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Resting for me is fitness training.” – Jenson Button