Swinging Singles Club MN

  It's the night before I start my work week and I'm in the middle of hours of cooking tasks so that I have minimal amounts of things to do on that front while I'm slaving away 12 hours a night over a hot ventilator and putting on and taking off all my PPE because a bunch of selfish little bitches did their own "research" on Facebook and YouTube and won't do the simple shit it takes to help stop the spread of COVID which means that I don't get to see any fucking live music or travel anywhere. I think that pretty much most of us in healthcare these days are having some serious compassion fatigue and sick as fuck of those self same "free thinkers" who fuck around and find out suddenly running to us as soon as the reality of it hits them. If you didn't trust us before you got sick, then why do you now? Anyway. That's my rant. I need to have some live music. Here's Farm Accident Vane (1992) Not much to say. Some country/bluegrass/roots ro...

  It's getting light out. I can almost turn out the lamp beside me. I should eat something. It's almost my bedtime. Everafter (1992) Fauna. Minneapolis shoegazers. Well, sort of. I don't know there's a lot going on in there. Does it matter? It apparently does to this guy . Quite a bit, actually. "nuff said.

 So we're moved. It's Tuesday. As in just a few days ago rather than the weeks prior that you and I have both become accustomed to when it comes to these short bursts of typed regurgitation. It took an extra couple of days to after the movers to cram the rest of our accumulated crap into our now much smaller space. It's going to take quite a few more days to unbox and place said accumulated crap.  We have a lot of crap. My sleeping habits are kind of fucked. My middle aged body is sore and there's barely any room to move in the place. My closet is a mess and stuffed with musical equipment in such a way that I don't think I will be able to use it for clothes until I figure something out. The cat is still kind of stressed out and hides in the closet for most of the day. The kitchen is filled with boxes and we're subsisting on takeout for the foreseeable future. But it's done and we're committed here for a minimum of one year. Maybe longer if the old ennui ...