And so here we are. Payday, the day that makes going into a place where you pretend you’re everyone’s friend and everyone pretends you’re theirs. I’ve noticed that people who get paid more than I do really like to announce how I should be happy, “Because it’s Payday!”

REALLY? SHOULD I BE HAPPY I’M ONCE AGAIN ON THIS TIGHT ROPE WALK BETWEEN PAYING BILLS AND TRYING TO BUY SOMETHING THAT WOULD MAKE THIS TIRED EXISTENCE MEANINGFUL? HOW EVERY TWO WEEKS I HAVE TO TELL MYSELF TO SAVE THIS PAYCHECK. FOLLOWED BY SO MANY BILLS THAT THE ONLY THING I CAN REALLY AFFORD TO ESCAPE IS BOOZE. OH YEAH! I’M THRILLED OVER THE NICKEL AND DIME LIFE WHERE I KEEP THE NICKEL AND YOU STEAL THE DIME! OH THANK GOD IT’S PAYDAY! MAYBE I CAN AFFORD A CAN OF FOSTERS YOU PRICK!

But I digress. I have decided to stay away from booze so that I can actually have a fiver after these two weeks are over. And whenever I do this, after a solid month of booze everynight, I don’t want to do anything. If it’s not drinking, I don’t want it. it’s strange how my mind works, but I am spinning my tires in the mud today. All I want is that raspberry and cherry flavor in my Merlot!

That’s all, This is my contractually obligated post.

ps-I posted a open mic set on my patreon. It’s five bucks. Also I am thinking about doing an extra podcast in the middle of the week and only making it for patreon subscribers. Something to think about.

Here we are. The second post. How quick this time came. It’s like I posted the last post a minute ago and then I drank too much and passed out and here we are.

I’ve been burning through past episodes of Bill Burr’s Monday Morning Podcast. I’m not sure if I’m learning anything. But it’s been more rewarding than listening to WTF with Marc Maron Lately. I don’t know when I’ll return to WTF but I need an indefinite break from listening to how people made it. How they just managed to jump from obstacle to obstacle like a monkey in a tree and here I am not knowing how to get to step one. I tell you, it brings my Green Eyed Monster to light.

so that’s what I’m doing. See you tomorrow.

I’m writing this because I told myself to write or add something to this website everyday from here on out.

My Dog Scrump is sitting next to me, the window is open and the sun is shinning and it’s an unseasonably warm day.

Bill Burr calls it “The Golden Age of Global Warming.” People try to sooth my fears. It doesn’t work.

Is this all I have to write today? Have I written enough for the “Write Something a day” resolution?