[179] there's a moon in the sky, it's called the moon

Monday night. I have managed to at least mostly strip my bed, so I will need to finally change my sheets and start my laundry before I go to bed, so that's something! My late-afternoon nap was interrupted by wound drainage-related crises and some guy from Atco having to turn the gas off for ten minutes, and I'm still drinking, so I have no clue what my sleep schedule's going to look like heading into my work week, but that's still a whole 24 hours away, so fuck it!

Internet is giving me a bit of grief and fucking with my plans to finish rewatching both Wrestle Kingdom nights, but we keep hustling, yes we do.

( Album #179/1001: The B-52's - The B-52's )

Ugh, I should rotate my mattress, too, it's been long enough. Ugh.

[180] you get blasted, you dumb-ass bastid

The Academy really out here trying to make me hate Roger Deakins after everything we've been through together, smh.

How many times can I rewatch Omega/Ospreay before I lose my mind? Let's find out! How has it only been three weeks??? Simply a masterpiece. The paradigms, they shifted.

( Album #180/1001: Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill )

The temptation to nap is so strong, but I need to save it and try to fall asleep at a reasonable time tonight. Fuck it, checking the mail and then taking a bath.