The Sun Burns Cold

Fuck I hate trying to come up with titles for these things. I suppose it would be easier if any of them had a point.

Work was slow tonight. But of course people had to come in late in the evening, so I didn’t finish and get home until about ten. Tomorrow is going to be busy, Friday even busier, and Saturday will no doubt be the heaviest night of the week. I don’t know what’s going on Sunday, last Sunday was light. Monday I have off, but I have to go to the city to see my witch doctor and file my taxes. Hopefully I’ll get enough snap returned to me from the government to where wifey and I can take a vacation to Erie this summer. We thought about vacationing to NYC or Philly, but Erie seemed better.

I’ve had a rash of all nighters lately that really should cease. I go to sleep with the sun coming up  then wake up mid-afternoon only to sport a motherfucker of a headache for the rest of the day and night. Sucks moose balls.

So I’m cutting this short this evening. I’ve listened to my Melvins station on Pandora while typing away like a good little twaddle machine, so I’ll post a new music viddie by the mighty(est) Melvins here before I go. If you aren’t familiar with unstoppable sonic force that is the Melvins, here’s your late pass:

Also, here’s  another video. Henry Rollins. Last night I wrote about the time I got to ask him about The Virtues of Black Sabbath when I met him in Philly outside a Rollins Band gig years ago and we talked. But I didn’t feel like posting the story since I was too tired to go over it and make it sound like something other than just fanboy gushing. Maybe I’ll post the story some other day.