The many grievances of Opera

My local alt station switched to a love songs format. Not good love songs like “Satellite”, but wretchedness such “Groovy Kind of Love”.

M. Hardy continues to part his hair in the middle.

Still blocked in the writerly fashion.

My inbox is barren of fun things, love and hate mail. Tis only links to baby stuff and baby stuff and baby stuff from r/l friends. I go online to escape the endless talk about fetuses, not to indulge further.

Edit: Edge VS. Batista will make me weep slow, plodding tears of boredom.