Eight Days Late.
0October 23, 2019 by sandwichcontrol
And eleven dollars short.
I almost typed “elven” instead of eleven.
Elven dollars are a whole other thing.
I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to What Pear of Truth. Be sure to wish her one as well.
And Happy Slap Your Irritating Coworker Day!
Thankfully I work alone.
For now anyway.
Time will tell on that front.
Oh. I farted.
Why does it smell so bitter?!
It kinda reminds me of old buttermilk.
The fuck.
Yesterday was another day of random errands.
I also somehow didn’t get my 10,000 steps in.
The fuck is going on?
All right. Today I’m going to do better.
I’m meeting the Blacksmith for coffee this morning to talk about business stuff.
Then I’m running more insane errands.
I might even have time for stories with the Rev. Dark Wombat if I get my steps in early enough.
All right.
Time to get my ass in gear.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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