Chapter 287

I got up at 6:30 and walked the dog. He peed and pooed in his usual spots, he’s now very good at holding it in and only do his potty work outdoors, but once in a while he’ll climb on the couch, look at me with a “Now what, motherfucker?!” expression on his ugly triangle face, and empty his bladder.

The girlfriend left and I still had half an hour to do my ablutions and get ready. I put on the album Considered Dead by Gorguts, which was celebrating its 30^th anniversary (it came out the same day as Effigy of the Forgotten by Suffocation, quite the day for death metal). It was absolutely excellent, and once again I’m a bit saddened that Gorguts is mostly known for Obscura, yeah yeah yeah it’s got a high artistic value and can be enjoyable under the right circumstances but it’s just way too chaotic and experimental. I’m really getting into Gorguts, I haven’t heard a bad album from them.

Then I got to school. Catatonic Class and Crazy Class both had lab sessions, and they did quite well overall. I went home for lunch, ate an avocado toast, a tomato sandwich and slices of bacon, it was delicious. I hope I never get sent to a gulag, I imagine the people there rarely if ever eat avocado toast, tomato sandwiches and bacon.

In the afternoon I had a class with the strong eleventh grade group, they’re now a full two weeks ahead of the other groups, which is quite a feat, since we’ve been in school for only five weeks now. I have one extra period with them every week while the economics teacher is still away, and I asked the principal about it, he said it’s because of the department of education, they haven’t cleared him yet to come and be in contact with students. Yet, he’s finished his two weeks of quarantine, and can move freely around the city. It makes no goddamn sense, but we live in a world where logic and reason are dead and rotten.

Between classes, I did some prepping and homework grading while listening to the Metal Minded podcast. I was intrigued by some of the albums that were reviewed, so after I got home, I downloaded them and uploaded them to my mp3 player before heading to the Church of Iron. I did my lifts while listening to the dissonant death metal from Replicant, and the thrash from Black Mass. Both albums pleased me.

Mama-in-law sent us two big styrofoam boxes full of meat, and I went to retrieve them. So nice of her. I stored it in the fridge and freezer, then I took the dog out in the light rain, showered, and ate sardines, crackers and dumplings while watching a documentary called Cornered. It’s about a British journeyman boxer with a 4-96 record, the kind of guy to fight every few weeks, sometimes on very short notice, to test young prospects. It’s weird, it’s not as if he loses on purpose, but he knows that he gets booked with the understanding that he’ll lose. Interesting little doco, though at times I felt the need for subtitles.