About a fifth of a way through the new book about Mitt Romney. It’s good. I’m wondering, this morning, what Mittens, a man of faith, thinks about a theocrat as Speaker Of the House.
An interesting MAGA move.
Another mass shooting. This time in Maine. Double digits dead. Damn.
OK. I said I wouldn’t post tone poems on an individual post. Said I’d slap them up to the footer of this dumb ass site. Well, that’s still, in the main, operative. But I did this beat barf so damn quick, I’m just going to toss it up and forget about it. Forever.
I think I had another mini-stroke last Friday night. Know how I could tell? For a few days after such an event damn near everything makes one hyper-emotional…just plain sad. For others. For circumstance. For the whole of the human condition. It’s truly strange. And so is being fearful about going to sleep. The main stroke came when I was asleep.
I want a new M3 Mac. I don’t need a M3 Mac, but I’ve been torturing this Mac Studio making all these mindless beats, idiot post, and living on YouTube.
Amazing. I still think about the future. Maybe a full fat Mac-Mini M3.