Well, it was a *Sunday* (mhm)
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry (mhm)
Like two eggs and a sloppy slice of lettuce (what else?)
And a glass of milk and some cookies

I remember once when hip-hop was more of a valid thing. However, I may just be aging out of being aware of underground movements. I liked that one.

Anyways.

It’s difficult for me to gauge just how honest one should be in a venue like this. Things could get really…intense. Whether that inability to gauge, or partake semi-publicly in gut-wrenching & absolutely stark-naked exposure of writing down the actual truth about one’s self, well, whether it indicates a respect for some modicum of social politeness or maybe hints at some sociopathic tendencies, we’ll, that remains to be seen.

Bonus Points: if you can explain why that run-on sentence is grammatically incorrect, I will give you a present 🎁

My partner and I just finished restoring a house on a pond near where I live. It was grueling and the product was really nice. Then comes the vacuum of being maddeningly busy and then having, (sort of), nothing to do. That’s how it feels anyways. There is, in fact, quite a bit I need to get done. It’s this weird limbo though. I’m pretty disciplined, but it takes me time to catch on. Tomorrow is a new day. My partner says that to me and it’s the kind of altruistic advice I try to embrace.

This year is two weeks old. I hope everyone in the whole world has had a good run of it. 🙏🏼