I miss my rock station, but I still have the internet.

I know people that are truly hurting, so my emotional crap doesn’t mean shit in the big picture. My mind likes to play games? At least I’m still around. For now at least.

It took a funeral to make me feel alive.

I love me some distractions, so in addition to the random post here, I’m watching Sense8. Damn fine show. If you aren’t watching it, this video probably makes little sense, so get over to Netflix and fix that (warning: if you are a homophobe or dislike the Wachowskis you will hate the show, don’t bother)