Happy birthday, Linkster.
My back is aching after several days of laying hardwood flooring with my brother-in-law (yeah, the one who broke his back and hip last year) and his utterly USELESS father-in-law. How it's possible that a craftsman - an artist! like me can be presumably making the same wage as a guy standing in the way of progress while holding a board in his hand is beyond my understanding. THIS IS WHY I DON'T HAVE A JOB! He's a super nice guy, so I'm letting my very low tolerance for bullshit eat away at me rather performing my standard workplace exit, which involves the shouting of many, many explicatives and the breaking of something easily thrown. Argh!
Also, it is very likely that my parents will be moving in with me within the next few weeks. So yeah, men in white coats will be strapping me down, sedating me and locking me away for the betterment of mankind when I'm found downtown dancing naked and speaking in tongues.
Well, I feel better now that I got that off my chest. Have a great fucking day everyone.
2008-07-16, 08:46 AM
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