Seriously. This is a useless post.
I’m only doing it because I’m on a streak. And not the fun, naked kind, either. I’ve posted every single day this month, and I’ll be damned if having nothing to say is gonna end the streak.
Shit. I already said that.
I had a fucking awful night last night, and I had an awful day today. And that’s no fun, so I’m not gonna talk about it. Feeling quite a bit better now, anyway.
Let’s see. How about tomorrow’s plans? That will be a place-filler. Here’s my plan for tomorrow:
Wake up as early as I can, without wanting to shoot people.
Do a little warm-up.
Hit the park.
Walk as much as my bitchass foot will allow.
Make sure all my asswork is done (that’s paperwork, but asswork is a far more appropriate name for it).
Hit the grocery.
Try to preoccupy myself as much as possible so as not to think about what’s sure to be an explosive Monday.
Yeah. Okay. I’m going to shave.