Yesterday was a weights day, and I didn’t write anything. Mostly I didn’t write anything because that senseless massacre in Las Vegas suddenly made my upper body workout seem not all that important. It’s hard to write about normal stuff every time things like that happen. Sad that I have to write “every time things like that happen” because they seem to happen ALL THE TIME.
And then Tom Petty dies. Then he’s not dead. Then he is. Which sucks, because he was really talented and way too young to be old. I thought Tom Petty was great. R.I.P. Tom Petty.
My Body Is A Machine 