My backyard fence still lies flat since Wilma The Bitch knocked it down.
Of all my faults and imperfections, one of the things I'd fix if I could was the fact that I've never been the handy man's man type. I never had a father figure that was handy around the house, and so I never learned any household repair type stuff. Ditto for auto maintenance. I really suck. It brings me down.
Actually I've been very down lately, a result of various variables, most prominent the change in my meds. I just fucking hate everything and everybody and am more irritable than a body has a right too. I feel so empty. It's fucking nauseating.
I feel like I'm sitting in a dark room, and the light switch is sitting right there on the wall, but I just don't know how to stand up and switch it on...
Yesterday I turned on the power surge thingy that my computer is plugged into, and I heard an audible POP and I saw a small but definite flash and voila, no computer.
It's always something, aint it?
So things are pretty normal at this point after Fucking Wilma, but there are still a lot of traffic lights out and a LOT of trees and other debris line the sides of the roads.
It aint pretty.
Aside from that, I really have nothing to say.
Dolphins aint exactly setting the world on fire.
I'm listening to Coheed and Cambria's The Second Stage Turbine Blade, which if I understand correctly is a rerelease of their first CD. So far it isn't as cool as IV, but I hope it grows onme like that one did.
Something I am really digging is Avenge Sevenfold's City Of Evil!.
God damn it, can you say double guitar!?!
Probably some of the coolest dual axing since Iron Maiden and Helloween!
With their Good Charlotte-ish looks, I'm sorry I ever judged these guys by their "cover". They freaking rock!
OK, back to work...