Another day, another shaveless morn’. I look like a bum on the outside and feel like an ass on the inside. Tomorrow evening I’ll celebrate by driving into a bridge abutment.
Got to work shortly after 9 am. Had to endure the ridicule of arriving over an hour earlier than usual. I’ll make sure that never happens again. Worked on some stuff while it was quiet to avoid the herd of knob jobs who’d normally hassle me. All went well.
Spent the day doing the usual assortment of solving problems, belittling those with problems and being an all around gruff motherfucker to anyone in my way. Then I went home.
Enjoyed a variety of unhealthy foods on that trip home, then plowed down a Cheese-Whiz-coated snack upon arrival. At this stage in my diet plan, all my energy is focussed on breathing. It’s going well (Don’t support this – call someone who can stop me).
Off to put out the garbage, then to bed. Can’t wait to get home tomorrow night to see if the trash man has completed the destruction of my garbage can whose handle now dangles in dismay.
Finish the game, junkmaster. Finish it.