The weekend

Well I wasn't really in the form to do any diary work because I know if I write shit like that down they'll come to get me. BooooHAHAHAHA!
Like that would be any different than being here?
That depends on whether I can take my music shit with me. Hmm

In case you didn't know, many years of playing drums and guitar and many ear infections has left me with about 50% of my hearing. That's the bad part. The good part is The auditory loss is the exact opposite in each ear so between the 2 ears I can hear the spectrum fine. I just have to turn it up!
This does create problems in family life though, such as, if there's a fire, you could be in serious trouble. But then again you can handle the smoke detector going off when you're cooking.
Communication, as any woman will tell you (men only need a grunt or guttural sound for communication), is key to a happy or reasonably non life threatening relationship. With me, if you see me smiling and nodding my head while you're talking from more than 3 feet away, you can be assured I can't hear a fu%^&ng thing you are saying. Just being polite and trying not to irritate you by saying, "Huh?"
So it's understandable that you may have a few mixed communications here or there. Like when you thought your wife said to go to bed with her when it was more like"You're dead if I see you with her."
See the problem?
So that was my whole weekend minus the "bed with her" part.
And of course, depression along with aggravation due to being misunderstood and just overall anger management issues is usually a bad combo.
The last thing I want (we) to do in life is upset those closest to me (us) but yet that always seems to be the case, at least with me. Perhaps it's that other people don't figure into the equation. They either don't pay attention to your rants or just don't give a shit.
I admit that I am a real pain in the ass when this darkness comes but I'm not meaning to be. Like I don't know when to leave it alone.
My good friend Jim told me a long time ago after being crushed to "just let it be." I'm trying Jimmy, really I am.
So at what point do you consider you're out of this? I guess when the blogging (diary) (scary) ends or goes into something with only the good stuff.
I am seriously trying to make this funny or smartassy (is that a word?) so anyone that reads it can grab a little something.

http://sheascornerpub.com/

I had a super time Thursday at Shea's  corner pub in Boynton Beach. Open mike is coming along. My geek chic friend Lisa was great. What a voice. Billy (known to some as Angry Billy) was a hoot. He played songs from when we were young, growing up in Boston. I don't think I ever played them before but I was left wondering why. He reminds me of my brother in-law Dave.
Got to get some advertising going there though. The object is for me to have to fight to get on mike. Wait! They're running for the exits!
Met some great folks from Sudbury Ontario. That's where they test drove the lunar rover. Ha!
I don't remember her name but she was one of the prettiest women I have ever seen and she could sing. Had to remind myself of the "No chicks in the band" rule.
I made $50 bucks in tips! wow!
So I put it to good use by buying Hay for Caitlyn's horse and putting Gas in my truck so Caitlyn could borrow it this morning. Weird how she knows when the tank is full without looking?
Well I've managed to bore the piss out of You'all this morning. Now quit reading and get back to work!
Seriously, thanks for being in here.

jd