My Rock and Roll Fanasty, Clad in Leather Fanasty

Brian's probably mooning the audience by now.

I'm sorry. That was bad. There's suppose to be a blue blood super moon tomorrow morning for me, and I want to get some sleep, but there's this skill that I'm really, really good at and I can't freaking sleep. I had two cups of tea and I'm jittery now.

I'm feeling neutral, today. Not good, not bad, just breathing.

I found some acapella/barbershop groups that I like. I realised that I can't sing like I used to. My voice now is more along the lines of a high tenor/slight alto-ish. I like it, though. My vocal range means I can sing the lower parts which I like and I can sing like my favourite singers.

On another note, I really hate my hands right now. They're dry, itchy. My little finger is green, thanks to my copper ring, which I have a love/hate relationship with. I have this rash on my middle finger of my right hand, possibly from the dryness but it won't go away and finally I have a dent in my right index finger from writing.

I'm trying to be chill. I watched some Queen live videos from the 70s and 80s.

Why does John have to look so proper in the 70s? He's in a dress shirt or vest, what looks like tailored pants and saddle shoes. Lillie, he's all yours. He's way too much of a gentleman for me. And why does Freddie always have to look fabulous?

Then, I listened to some Elvis. His Gospel music is quite good. My grandmother, on my father's side love Elvis so she gave me a bunch of his records.

She and I were talking today about chemicals of all things. Love chemicals, y'know, dopamine, seratonin and oxytocin amd how they can by manufactured in a lab, and then that spiraled into the Joker, arch-nemsis of Batman. The Joker did fall into a vat of chemicals so...

Anywho, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be back. I need to get some writing in and then I'll sleep. Good night, my loves. Peace and love and lots of warm hugs.
💚smiling Geez💜