I have been able to write again. Which is good. Because when I don’t write it is very upsetting and spills into other facets of my life in unhealthy ways. Yea for writing….good writing, bad writing, or really bad writing….
So I have a thing……..do I call an ex for her b-day? I don’t think I will. She called me on mine, but I don’t think it is a good idea.
The Red Sox aren’t so bad anymore.
I went to Wrigley Park. That was cool. And by cool I mean literally the coldest fucking day ever. That was miserable. Friendly confines my ass. How about a fucking space heater. All complaining aside….great place to watch a game. It really was an experience I will not forget. Glad I went. Next time I’ll go to a game in…oh, let’s say July.
So Donald Trump wants to run for President. Cool, let’s see who else we can throw into the mix for Republicans. Maybe Pee Wee Herman? How about Hulk Hogan? I think Chris Hanson from “To Catch A Predator” might be a good candidate. Some good name recognition there. I’ll have more to say on this in the future, but let’s all take pause and laugh at this for a moment.
Not sure what I’m doing for Easter. Not a big Easter person. Not my holiday. Not really into it. Not really giving a fuck of it. Not really……at all.
The weather is seriously warm in NYC compared to Chicago. 56 degrees feels like the tropics.
I may have written about this before, but I want someone to be there at the airport to greet me when I arrive. I think that would be great.
I do like the people in the midwest.
I do not like driving. I really like not have a car. Traffic is just outlandish these days.
I’m tired. A very good night to you.