My God do I hate working retail.
There should be a rule that unless there is an infant in the house you should never have to clean up shit from more than a single living creature other than yourself over the course of a 24-hour period.
If there is an infant in the house, that number can be raised to 2.
There is not an infant in my house, so how that number is three for me right now is a bit beyond me.
I have spent a pretty significant amount of time over the last couple of days, including the last twenty minutes or so, staring at screens and having nothing to write on them.
It’s growing rather tiresome, honestly.
So I finally gave up and bailed on Oathbringer last night, after trying to read an online synopsis to see if the book was going to get any more exciting. I couldn’t even get through the damn synopsis. I’ve never had a series I enjoyed go this bad this fast, and I’m still kind of shocked by the whole thing.
I’m aware that I’m probably overreacting just a little bit to the idea that I wasn’t going to finish reading a book, by the way, but still. I had really been looking forward to this one.
Yesterday there was probably still a foot of snow in my front yard. This morning when I got up it was gone, every last flake, and it was rainy and in the mid- to high fifties all day today, which probably represents the fastest I’ve ever seen this place switch seasons. I mean, the joke about northern Indiana is and always has been that if you don’t like the weather you should wait a week, but holy shit.
I dunno. I’ve kinda been in a haze all day; I took a three-hour nap this afternoon for no better reason than I couldn’t come up with anything else to do. Hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting.