I seem to be having a shitty day. All I want to do is sit in the yard and tell people to keep off the grass…even though there isn’t anyone there. My friggin hands (and arms) still haven’t totally healed, and now the chunky skin that used to be blistered is beginning to peel. Nice Now I look like I have the fucking mange. I’ve been cooped up in the house wearing goop, long sleeved shirts for close to a week. I’m over it….I was over it three days ago. Too bad there are still close to six hours to this bag-o-shit of a day. Maybe tomorrow I will be lucky enough to come down with some new and equally annoying thing.



Go away Tuesday, you are no longer wanted.