I have a lot to talk about

d5e81d8f642ce63634e689903d613712I mean, just off the top of my head:

  • The escape room I went to in Indianapolis on Saturday, which was insanely awesome even though we didn’t get out;
  • The pants-shitting terror that ensued while dropping my son off at my parents’ for the day and happening to check Twitter at the exact minute everyone in Hawai’i got the “You’re about to die!” message on their phones;
  • The subsequent boneshaking rage at the discovery that the thing supposedly in charge of the country did not even bother to interrupt its round of golf while that was happening;
  • The ongoing success of the “draw each day” initiative, which is only four days old but, hey, I haven’t quit yet!;
  • The outstanding stupidity of my day at work today, which featured three different sales that were closed and then cancelled within half an hour;
  • The economy’s about to crash, by the way– ask how I know;
  • The fact that I’ve begun two different writing projects this week and am pretty happy with the development of both so far;
  • My annual “Shut the fuck up about Martin Luther King, white people; you’d have hated him” post;
  • Begging for reviews from the person using Kindle Unlimited to work through a couple of my books this week;
  • Whatever the hell else happened to cross my mind.

Instead of doing any of those things, I’m going to go to bed early, because I feel like hell.  This is about all I can manage in terms of coherent thought right now.  So pretend I wrote as many of those posts as you like and feel free to respond to whatever you think they might have said below.

Another one of those days

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pI should probably go back through the last several weeks and see just how often an “oh, fuck today” post gets put up on Mondays and Tuesdays.  Last week’s not counting, of course, since that one was kinda epic.

I may have a story about this evening that breaks my “don’t talk shit about customers on the blog” rule, but I don’t think I have the energy to write it right now.  Needless to say: husbands, don’t talk shit about your wives in front of me, because it makes you a fucking asshole, and, well, not wives but customers in general; if I’m offering you 15% off of a piece of furniture because it’s the floor model, and you literally invent imaginary fucking dirt on the piece in an attempt to get more off, especially if it’s already 8:15?  I’m likely to tell you to go to hell.

Just FYI.


So, I’m watching yesterday’s Walking Dead while I’m writing this– there’s already slash fiction out there about Rick and Negan, right?  Or did I just bring it into existence by mentioning it?

This is a short way of saying “it’s bedtime”

We had a corporate visit from a half-dozen or so Lord High Muckety-Mucks today.  I spent the last two days cleaning the living hell out of the store, and while the visit literally could not have gone any better without them showering all of us with candy and bonus checks I am tired as a motherfucker right now and my knees and hips are screaming at me every time I sit down for more than a couple of minutes and then try to stand back up.

So naturally I’m watching videos about installing vinyl flooring, because that’s totally what I need to be doing right now.

I’m so damn tired

Sixteen thousand steps yesterday, along with unloading a sofa truck, and another eight thousand today, on what was supposed to be a half day, and the managers have begun rather conspicuously training me in management stuff as of today as well.  This was a 50-hour week.  It would have been better had sales not been crap; as it turns out, the week after Labor Day isn’t the greatest time to expect folks to come out and buy furniture.

Point is, once I was finally home at 6, with a car full of new flooring for my dining room (because, sure, we have time for that new project, and I have time to learn how to lay flooring) there was nothing to do but sit in my recliner and stare at the wall and idly work on crossword puzzles on my iPad.

I have been spending a lot of time doing crossword puzzles lately.  Apparently I’m 90 now. And possibly a woman.  I associate fondness for crossword puzzles with women.  Is that a thing, or just another way I’m weird?

My main goal for tomorrow is to not go back to sleep when I get home from dropping the boy off.  Secondary goal is to vacuum.  If I manage that, we’ll think about doing something interesting.

Adulting!

Also, this might be the greatest book cover in the history of humanity.  It’s the question mark that does it for me.  I don’t even know why I bother writing when there is genius work like this out there:

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EDIT: Guys, after additional research, I’m gonna need one of you to take the hit and order this thing.  I’ll send you a free print copy of any of my three novels (novels, because I’m out of copies of BA 1) if you download this piece of magnificence and tell me about it.  Please:

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In which I pay insufficient attention to national events

2016_democratic_national_convention_logo.jpgI deliberately ignored the entirety of the RNC, and due to my work schedule I’m only just now tuning into a few minutes of the Democratic convention before falling into bed and dying.  I was treated to a few minutes of Jeffrey Lord being an idiot and now the crowd is mostly ignoring a speech by a NYPD detective who was serving on September 11.

And now he’s done, rather abruptly, and there’s a 9/11 survivor talking, and I’m sorta losing interest already.  Bill Clinton is speaking later, but I don’t know what “later” means and I know for sure that i’m probably not going to last to see it.

My understanding is that the speeches yesterday went well, and that Bernie echoed Hillary’s move in 2008, calling for her to be nominated by acclamation, and that a number of his delegates are being jackasses.  I have a half day tomorrow, so I may catch up on some of the stuff I missed; we’ll see.

I spent an hour and a half unloading furniture trucks this morning, guys.  Brain’s turning off.  How was your day?