Good morning afternoon hello hi how are you? Stayed up way too late with old degenerate friends and my god how do they do that sort of thing all the time I don’t understand it I spend all this time trying to get healthy and drink less and lose weight and fitter happier more productive shit and these people are just vampires, out till 3 AM every weekday and all seem in better shape than me. Life is not fair.

At least I got to sleep in. That was nice. Sleeping in rules.

Power was out when I got home last night. Very eerie to be in this house when everything is pitch black and dead quiet. I had to go to sleep without my white noise or CPAP which I don’t think I’ve even endeavored in… decades? It was very strange. But I managed. After eating a ton of this very chemically tasting Cabot Cremery brand of bagged butter flavor popcorn. Not terrible, but not great.

Good news I have now nailed the “rap” from the middle of Olivia’s new hit single “Drop Dead.” This is a nifty trick for a 53-year-old man to be able to perform. Not that any of my friends know of or have heard this song.

Olivia announced her tour dates, they are in October. She is not coming to Raleigh. She’s coming to Charlotte. They are in the middle of the week. I don’t know exactly how we are going to play this. Kinda feel like we should take Jane, though. Be a good first arena show for her. Not her first show, though. That was the Spinanes reunion. She will be forever tarred as a hipster.

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We are listening to “Drop Dead” again right now. It’s been in my head for days. Congratulations on your third #1 lead single off of your third album, Olivia. An obscure record, but a record nonetheless. It’s absolutely crazy how many vocal tracks there are on the chorus of this song. Wait a minute did she do this new record with Dan? I just assumed. I better look. Yes. Okay. Whew. I would be sad if Olivia and Dan broke up. Seems she wrote “Drop Dead” with Dan and a woman named Amy Allen, who I had not heard of but my god has this woman written some banger hits

So it transpires that my great great grandfather was born in Canada. Emma’s great grandmother was born in Quebec. So, like, we can go become Canadians, right? But apparently it’s a lot of work? Gathering old records and whatnot? Should I do this? Would I really go to Canada? Canada is so cold. But Toronto’s pretty cool.

This voting rights decision was pretty dire. I am trying to just let it slide over me and not freak out too much about it. Absolute poppycock, these insane criminals on the supreme court (no caps for you losers) collecting millions of dollars from rich people while issuing decisions like this.

And Janet Mills just dropped out? Jesus. What sheer laziness. I probably do not hate Platner as much as every other non-Mainer. But Mainers sure do seem to like him. I mean, I bet he’s kind of a tool. He reminds me of a dude I would meet at one of those rich dude Silicon Valley retreats I used to go to, that they pay to attend and give them some insprational messages. And I am naturally attracted to them like I am naturally attracted to all service personnel at events with rich people. But then I hang out with them for a while and realize, oh, yeah, they’re not really a chef or whatever, they’re just a professional hanger-on… eh, this metaphor is going nowhere maybe I should explicit: he reminds me of a dude who was my drinking buddy for a few days at a private resort in Utah once, until I realize the guy kinda sucked.

But so now everyone just has to vote for him?

Dude better not pull a Fetterman.

God. He’s gonna pull a Fetterman isn’t he.

Ommmmm

While at French club chillin with some friends Jane called me. She was acting like a lunatic, but I did get out of her that she was no longer interested in Cats with Financial Problems, but now she was very interested in her Cat Slippers having Financial Problems. So, yeah. There’s that. I miss that crazy girl. But boy I do not envy my wife. In three weeks I will get my comeuppance when Jane and I are left alone for a week and I have to do all the mornings and bedtimes. Gonna be great.

Eh this is a short one. I am… dicombobulated. I got enough sleep and stayed off of the hard liquor enough that I would not characterize myself as hung over, but… Shit, man. I gotta go out again tonight? This is absurd. How do people live like this.