somehow have to make it the next week and a half without having a meltdown, a breakdown or a throw down.

had fun yesterday walking around my neighborhood deciding which businesses were closed because it was Easter and which businesses were closed because it was 420.

in the next week I have appointments with my therapist, my psychiatrist and my neurologist. Just a whole team of licensed professionals trying to figure out what is happening in my brain.

an economic blackout is when you leave your credit card at the bar

gonna be a disaster when one of those self driving cabs tries to navigate up St Charles Avenue

trying to meet up with people for this weekend’s Mardi Gras parades? Make sure to ask people if they are watching from the sidewalk side or the concrete barrier side.

basically New Orleans leaders looked at how nobody wants to shop at chain drug stores because all of the merchandise is in a locked case and said “what if during Super Bowl week we recreated that experience but made it the entire French Quarter?”

picking up my Super Bowl media credentials in the same convention hall where I got my first COVID vaccine

waiting on a call from a doctor about test results. Call pops up from a number I do not recognize. It was my local NBA franchise (20 games below .500 BTW) hustling me for tickets. Wanted to ask if the team’s #1 overall pick who I’ve never seen play live would suit up for the game.

hit that sweet spot of the day when I got to order food from the lunch menu and drinks from the happy hour menu

doctor, checking my sinuses: “somehow these are both full of mucus and dry at the same time.”
me: “they told me I was gifted.”

this snow is really loud

it took the fighting Irish four rounds but they are finally competing in true Notre Dame playoff form

it is not Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day but it feels like it should be Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day

after an unprecedentedly awful week New Orleanians were looking forward to a parade tonight (anxious but excited). But the president is coming to town to fuck up that too. Hope Cantrell and Biden get a picture that has the bridge lights in the background. Just uselessness all around.

hey New Orleans, I only speak for myself, but this year I say it is totally cool if you want to start eating king cake immediately

my luchadore name would be Chemtrail

my take on the first CFP game - midwestern football: it just means snore

after spending a few days in my hometown and around family tomorrow’s therapy session is gonna be like sweeps week

my aunt: “why are do you just keep eating from fast food drive thrus while you are here (my hometown)?
me: “greatly reduces the odds of someone recognizing me.”

back in my hometown doing typical hometown stuff — walking around Belk with no intention of buying anything as I wait for church to let out so the liquor store can open

even if you never met Andrew Michael your life is better because of him. Recently he was in a terrible accident. A gofundme has been started to help his family with the expenses. I am raffling off a bottle of Blanton’s single barrel bourbon. Help and great guy and maybe win a great bottle of bourbon

life is like a box of hot chocolate: a huge mess. Really should have put this in a cup.

drunk people next to me at the bar are discussing several seasons of a show and I have no idea what the show is. But there is absolutely no way the series could possibly be even close to as entertaining as their conversation about it.

great news for New Orleans - the whole Scrim situation will be sorted out soon. Once the mayor finds out he is living outside she will marshal the full resources of the city to ensure he is off the streets before the Super Bowl.

college football teams: “do not put a flag here. You must respect the fake grass where we paint the logos of our corporate sponsors.”

to avoid further incidents, all college football stadiums will have a designated flag panting area

wish the College Football Playoff committee chose POTUS because the people on that committee actually care about Southerners

learned my therapist has the same birthday as me. Looking forward to all the times in future sessions when I can stop explaining stuff and say “but of course, you get it.”

boss: “you seem off today.”
me: “I was eating breakfast at a coffee shop and after a half hour of Motown music they played Jessie’s Girl. It was jarring. Also, the pharmacy was out of one of my meds.”