Is it really Monday? How the hell did that happen? Whatever. The point is I need a Vacation. With a capital V. Of course, there are exactly no vacations on my calendar. No breaks ’til death.
Is it really March too? Shit. I generally dislike March. There’s really nothing to like: the temperatures go up, the days get longer, and stupid-ass Daylight Saving Time starts again. Disgusting. Goddammit, now I’m in a bad mood.
N.P.: “Goin’ Out West” – Tom Waits
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