Another week of Insomnia class for mother, and another sandwich and session of blogging for me. Today however is a busy day.

I fell asleep last night at around 8pm. The usual Monday job ritual of unloading the truck at Green Hell always takes it’s toll on me, and my body just wants to shut down early.

Awoke at half passed midnight and couldn’t go back to sleep right away. Ended up reading the first Durham Red series from the 2000 A.D. Prog on my tablet. It’s titled Bitch and is some twenty-two or so chapters-The size of a decent graphic novel. I enjoyed it immensely, and was thankful someone collected it and all the other Durham Red stories onto cbr format, and made them available for download via torrent.

Before anyone jumps to accusing me of pirating-I actually do own the physical copies of the 2000. A.D. Progs and graphic novels featuring Durham Red. I just don’t have them with me here in Virginia. My buddy, Jeff in California is actually housing my collection and my other media for me. Just gotta get some money together for him to send it all to me.

I was done reading at roughly two Antemeridian. Felt hungry. Cooked up some Ramen and meatballs. While consuming, I had downloaded a trial book on Kindle, Sessions with Frank SInatra, a book by Charles L. Granata-Focused on Francis Albert Sinatra’s recording methods as told by one of his sound engineers (Granata). I don’t know much about the personal history of Frank Sinatra, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen any of his films, but I always enjoyed the music he performed. And having gone to school for recording myself, this book seems kinda right up my alley, baby. I’m sure I’ll learning plenty from it, and can apply it to my own future recordings.

After eating, I watched a little WWE network, and did some image editing of my Vindictus character. Got in bed at three, tossed and turned til four.

Woke again at eight, got ready, filled up on some gas, drove my mom to class by nine-thirty. Just finished reading the trial of the Sinatra book as I had a Pastrami sandwich from the cafe here at the hospital. And now we’re caught up. 

In about 45 minutes, I’ll pick up mom from class at eleven-thirty, then rush home to get ready for work at one postmeridian in Green Hell.

This has got to be the most pointless or boring blog post ever.

That’s my life.