Saturday, ur doin it rong
Inter nehhhhhhht is not behaving in some of the darker alleys where I like to lurk. I woke up with a hangovery kind of thing - in spite of the fact there is absolutely no booze in my system and there hasn’t been in several days and I never get hangovers to begin with. An attempted assassination by my sinuses happened at 6AM which was completely unwelcome and uncivilized. I forgot to pick up more balsamic to reduce with maple syrup at the store last night. Some spammer keeps calling in the early morning, and I don’t have an air horn to FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET them with. And finally, I have a micro-zit above my lip and directly below beneath my bottom lip so it looks like a cold sore when it isn’t. We are not amused.
But then I remember I have five boxes of those damn low-salt Triscuits and I’m all like fuck the rest it, I’m happy now.
I still have no idea why the ad-copy people never call back after I submit sample works.