Same shtick as yesterday, sorry. This one is more about what I’m thinking and less of what I’m doing. 1.) The beer I’ve been drinking was apparently brewed in Cullman, I didn’t know they had industry there. Besides driving through on occasion, I’ve only stopped in Cullman once at a gas station Wendy’s.  2.) At…

(is he next out of this mortal coil?) 2:34 p.m. this will be a different kind of day, where I take notes throughout and just post it at the end. 3:11 p.m. Before my walk, I’m pregaming with a watch through of children of men. Such a good fucking film, my god. It just has…

My knees are back and my back is…fine. It hurts some but we’re at around 85% of the way to feeling good. We take it. I was able to run yesterday and today with no pain which is a huge plus, Underground Man arc is over. Well, I say that. It’s not completely the case.…

I might have gone too heavy my first week writing. Compounded with the back issue preventing me from really doing much of anything, I just haven’t had much to say. Publicly at least. I wrote a letter instead, just to get some emotions out. It didn’t help much, but oh well. I was up late…

God decided he has had enough of my hubris today. After my event happened in late April, I took the anger and spite and ideations and channeled them into my New Workout Plan, which included running, walking, getting huge at the gym, reading, making new friends, fostering a general love for life, etc. If we…

Some people would say the base structure of all reality are little things called quarks and leptons. Apparently, these particles have electric charges or something and come together and shake hands and make elements and people and all sorts of stuff (see: everything). Some guy did some math on a napkin and come up with…

In my journey for life-affirming and spite-induced self-improvement, I made a journey to the campus gym today. Alone! I went a few times at the end of the semester in the wake of whatever, but that was with a friend of mine and her boyfriend, both of whom are powerlifters. Going with the two of…

We’re soju-posting. There’s that really common adage that gets thrown around, “Write Drunk, Edit Sober.” It’s usually attributed to Hemingway, though apparently he never said that. And it seems stupid, but it’s Monday night and I haven’t had anything to do in hours so might as well try. I typically like the rain, but when…