July 21, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
To do a drone’s job.
The word of the day is: Obstacle.
|[ ob-stuh-kuhl ]|
something that obstructs or hinders progress.
Is it just me or is July weird as fuck?!
I seriously can’t make heads or tails of it.
One second it’s quiet.
The next it’s batshit insane.
It’s like the writers of July took inspiration from Beethoven’s fifth symphony or Richard Strauss’s Also Sprach Zarathustra.
The dull moments we used to ignore are now yearned after.
Replaced by quiet foreboding.
All I really want to do is eat Oreos and read.
And then fall into a deep, insulin-induced coma filled with dreams of Rogue and Storm giving me a sponge bath.
Instead I get to go drive around in the heat haze of protein shake farts and muddy German shepherd.
At least I can listen to my book.
Maybe I’ll be able to get rid of the headache that started/resumed yesterday.
Monday was almost completely headache free.
So far, I’m less than impressed by my alternate headache meds.
Nothing that five cups of coffee and a nap under my desk won’t cure.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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