the quality of live music has cratered since the pandemic.

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/costofliving/canada-nightlife-decline-9.6993902

am i going to be going to detroit in august or even at the end of july?

there's a couple of reasons why it might not happen any time soon, and it doesn't have anything to do with smelly canadian nationalism. gross.

i have lots of things to do down here. they might have got me when i was less busy, but now i'm busy. they kind of missed their chance.

however, there's also the cold reality that we're in a shitty 80s phase again and that, due to that reality, i might not be able to find many things i'd want to do.

i'm a 90s kid, but i like the 70s, and i liked the 10s. i did not like the 00s, the 80s, the 60s or, it's increasingly clear, the 20s. it's just how it works out.

something that happens in the even numbered decades is that the culture gets overwhelmingly bourgeois. the music in the even numbered decades tends to suck. more interesting music gets driven underground.

i was probably going to need to start from scratch anyways because a lot of the places i used to go to got shut down since the pandemic. there's been a campaign to get rid of all of the fun places in detroit and replace them with upper class boringsvilles. more than a few places got hit, and i'll have to see what's left.

so, it's kind of a perfect storm of shittiness anyways and at this point it might be better to wait until next year, if for no reason than that things look a little slow right now anyways.

i'll find some things. but i'm too busy working at home right now.

the world would be better off if every piece of shit crackhead, junkie and pothead in it got a bullet right between their worthless fucking eyes.

so, i lost a day to the migraine. i'm feeling better. these losers need to go die somewhere, and i may have to help them expire if they keep it up. their lives are absolutely worthless, anyways. they'd be better off fucking dead.

i was taking too long to catalog the cds and now i'm taking too long to catalog the books. i had dumped a bunch into the librarything catalog as i was waiting for some mail on monday, and i had stopped to clean a little before i passed out. it's what, wednesday the 22nd? i've got some stuff on the way. i'm going to want to do a good end of the month clean for the end of the july, so i'm going to try to get done what i'm doing, first.

i wanted to finish cleaning in the bedroom, laundry, bathroom and kitchen then just tidy as i got back to what i was doing, but i've instead been cataloging books for days. i did a quick clean in the kitchen last night before i passed out and i'm going to want to clean better in there before i buy groceries next week. now, i actually want to do the laundry first, the bathroom, the hall and then the bedroom last, as i've got laundry to do in there.

this cataloging step is time consuming and i'm probably going to put it down to get the insulation up in the laundry but it's also one of the last major things i need to do in here. the insulation is working in the bedroom, even if i got hit with something last night, i think maybe from in the kitchen. 

so, i'm going to spend a few more days cataloging books and cds and then get back to cleaning.

canadian workers have failed to fight for the environment. in return, they can be sure that i will fail to fight for them.

no solidarity for canadian nationalism.

i can tell you, though, that if i get the opportunity, i'm going to smash somebody's skull in.

i don't have a lot of patience for drug addicts.

i think they should be fed to farm animals. 

i'm coming up on 25 hours of trying to clear this filth from my system, and i still feel like shit.

i sweat so much that i had to eat a piece of toast early. i'm just drenching out buckets. as mentioned, that's meth, it's an unmistakable and unique symptom. nothing else does that.

it's a good thing that i don't like being on drugs, because these retards are doing everything they can to get me addicted to them. i used to worry about walking up somewhere with a needle on my arm, that somebody decided was their idea of a joke. nowadays, i realize i'd just puke it up and sleep it off.

i legitimately don't like the feeling.

i prefer to be in control, especially when i'm at home.