Always wanted to be Patient Zero of an epidemic. Let’s get on a plane!
I know it’s been like three days since I’ve had a decent post but today was a noxious little smegmapimple of a day and I simply cannot. any. longer.
Have a seasonally appropriate music video. I’ve probably shared this more than once but it’s still the right song for the moment.
One of my co-workers found out over the phone that his pregnant daughter’s doctors had failed to detect a fetal heartbeat during a routine examination this morning. The last time he was at work, he got a call that his father had just died. That sort of day.
I’m going to leave this link here. It won’t cheer you up, mind you, but it’s crossed my mind that pissing off our own intelligence services may not have been the shitgibbon’s best possible move, and while I’m not always fond of the proprietor of Gin and Tacos I think he’s in the right here.
More cheerful tomorrow. I’ll do my best, at least.
Lazing about on the couch watching Masterchef Junior. Was just about to ask what y’all were doing with your Sunday night and then remembered it was Friday. Sigh.
The last few days have been pretty similar: work all day, get home pissed off and tired from work (two ten-mile days this week), log onto Twitter to find out what horrors the shitgibbon unleashed that day (threatened to invade Mexico and hung up on the Australian PM on the same day? Sure!) and then go directly the fuck to bed.
Today I played videogames and read books. I’ll try to come up with something interesting to say tomorrow, though.