Yesterday started off well enough, but things  devolved quickly in the afternoon when I tried to something that should not have been complicated yet seemed to be beyond my abilities.  I started around noon, and by 1:30, I had made a hard turn toward whiskey for fortitude as my battle with tech quickly escalated into war.  There was a lot of cussing, dear reader…a lot of fuck words…and in the end, I lost.  At least I lost yesterday.
Today might be different.  Presently ingesting prophylactic whiskey.  We’ll see.  Fingers crossed, etc.
Also, absolutely fuck technology that doesn’t work as it should.

Quote of the Week (by someone other than me): “I hope someone else shows up, otherwise one of us is going to have to cut up a kid.”

I find that recorded or form-lettered apologies for inconvenience do exactly nothing to change the fact that I have been, and even now, still, remain inconvenienced.

N.P.: “Hey There Cowgirl” – Palm Springsteen