Well, this day can fuck right off. Didn’t like it at all. Note to self (and you, dearest reader: never volunteer for anything. It just never works out and ends up being unrewarding. It’s really just a bad idea.
Didn’t write shit today. Let somebody live and instantly regretted it. Overcooked the wings. Yeah. It was that kind of day. Nothing left but bourbon and bed.
N.P.: “Hair of the Dog” – Nazareth