(Dick Ception.)

Today’s theme is: Response.

I was trying to project that “Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!” energy as hard as I could.

I remembered very quickly yesterday why I don’t ever take days off.

It’s because motherfuckers don’t do anything while I’m gone.

They just let it all pile up until I get back.

At which point I’m Mary Tyler Moore on the Dick van Dyke Show opening a closet full of walnuts.

Except that I was filled with rage.

And not lookin’ all cute.

Yesterday was a Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday all smashed into Tuesday’s mouth.

Like a curb.

I didn’t want you thinking it was like a piece of wedding cake or 76 mini marshmallows.

Also, did you know that the record for stuffing mini marshmallows into a person’s mouth and them still being able to close it (their mouth) is 180 marshmallows?

I had to look that up after saying the marshmallow bit.

76 seemed like a lot.

But apparently my analogy just fell apart because Michael Amato is an big-mouthed asshole.

(I’m sure he’s a lovely dude in reality. I’m just grumpy.)

Today is Wednesday.

I know this because my desk calendar says so.

It’s probably a lyin’ ass bitch.

But I don’t have time to worry about that calendar slippin’.

I’ve gotta get back to work.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC