Tù can be as bad as Juan. It’s the loneliest number since the number Juan.

The word of the day is: Smitten.

[ smit-n ] adjective struck, as with a hard blow. grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted. very much in love. verb a past participle of smite.

How in the actual fuck are we at Wednesday again already?!

(Smashes dude’s head into table. Flips Karen mullet.)

I want to speak to the manager.

Man.

I could wreck some fish-n-chips right now.

With malt vinegar and ketchup and black pepper.

I’ll have to bake them.

Since I don’t have an air fryer.

Maybe some Oreos, too.

For good measure.

All this running makes my tummy hungry.

Yesterday was arm day in the workout.

But I did a fair bit of running at Aldis the Goldenboy’s futbol practice.

The parents sort of became the opposing team.

I got to play keeper for the old folks.

Me versus Aldis.

You can probably guess who won.

Coddamn right the parents did.

Suckit little kids.

I have no idea if I have anything on the books today.

I don’t even know where these “books” are at the moment.

Probably Venus.

Ugh.

Every fucking time.

Maybe I should take a nap.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC