November 17, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
But being buried alive by coffee.
The word of the day is: They’re.
|[ thair; unstressed ther ]|
contraction of they are.
They’re doing something.
No fucking idea what.
This week is fucking weird.
I thought it was Wednesday all day yesterday.
Which is a mindfuck that I’ll be dealing with today, but I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it.
Yesterday was a day of projects for another day.
I had all these things that needed to get done, but none of those things are ready to happen yet.
Like I need to clean up a bunch of dead mice, they just haven’t been murdered by my traps yet.
Like I need to pack up a bunch of dishes for a client, but not until after Thanksgiving.
And so on.
I’m also in a book hangover.
I’ve started a book about learning a new language as an adult and “Brave New World”, but neither of them are hitting the spot yet.
All I know is that I need to find a book soon or I’ll end up rereading a Robert Galbraith book again.
Also, why am I not drinking coffee right now?
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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