I’ve been bad.
Actually I’ve been getting goat-screwed. I haven’t had a day off in 3 weeks. Today’s the first day I’ve gotten home before dark since Presidentâ€™s Day. Which, incidentally, I worked on. I can’t feel my face and my eyeballs feel like they’ve got jock itch. The asinine stories I could tell would cause reverberations throughout the knock-knock joke of Atlantaâ€™s ad scene that would ensure the eventual fulfillment of my dream job of assistant-managing a Best Buy.
All in all, Iâ€™m loving life.