I should have some material. I rode the bus across town for like an hour today, then spent three hours at the dentist. Later on I went to a sports bar and ate nachos. That’s like seventeen opportunities to destroy the world in the face with spite, but instead of being angry I’m just sort of indifferent.
It shouldn’t be that hard. These things practically write themselves. I’d call it laziness, but that would be giving it too much credit. What do you call a combination of lazy and bad at your job, because I’ve got that one covered here. Covered in pretty much every thing else I’ve ever done for that matter too. Fuck it, I’m hitting the showers. Someone wake me up when they invent a new type of asshole out there.