I had a few microwave burritos for lunch, a meal that once I was done with it required me to not only change my shirt, but to wash my face and arms.

Go away, 46, nobody invited you.

(Also, I just opened up the section of this page where I choose categories and enter tags, and I swear to you I was about to put in “Saturday” as a tag. It is Wednesday.)

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Luther M. Siler

Teacher, writer of words, and local curmudgeon. Enthusiastically profane. Occasionally hostile.