It’s Tuesday morning in Fecal Creek, and the state of the union remains unmitigated shit.
I’m supposed to drive into The City today for a meeting, which is bad enough, but now Spotify is down. I’m not going anywhere until service is restored.
Okay, service has been restored…I guess the trip is back on.
I had a robust steak sandwich lunch and a brief postprandial nap, during which I seem to have arrived at the following conclusion: Fuck it, I’m not going. The trip is off. Not to that fetid pit of a city. Besides, nobody goes to meetings anymore. Teams™ call or fuck yourself.
Well, who cares. I don’t need any more clients anyway. Not now, anyway. Gotta focus on war prep.
N.P.: “In Hell I’ll Be in Good Company (Metal Version)” – Leo