I still have a cold. I had a long, crappy day, followed by crap at the drugstore and the five-and-dime (doesn't Target carry facial tissue in grown-up sized boxes? Kleenex?™) and things kept on crappy when I got home, in part due to crappy miscommunication over my crappy celphone, which renders words but doesn't have quite enough crappy bits in the crapulous A>D/D>A to convey tone of voice.
Ghu help any frikkin' telemarketer who calls; I'll turn 'em inside out. Thrice.
I have just about had it with everything on this planet. But it's just like thermo-damn-damn-damn-dynamics, it's the only game in town.
One Evening On Kansas II
2 days ago