Today should be a doozy. Fifth day of work (normal workweeks are fewer), and keeping an eye on things while the bosses are away. And I had a hell of a time falling asleep last night because of pains in my feet and mid right shoulder caused by ciculatory issues, as well as an itch-ache throbbing sensitivity in various parts from the same source. It may be time to finally admit that I am no longer a young man.
Consolation here is that people I loathe are suffering worse.
And their stock portfolios are tanking.
Big time.
Das ganze scheißhaus geht, more or less, in flammen auf.
It's the end of the world as they know it, and I feel fine.
If the retired member of the legal profession is back from Los Angeles, where he and the balding degenerate went over the weekend, I shall be sure to wax lyrical and positive to him first thing about combustible cybertrucks and Luigi Mangione. Which should have him sputtering and spitting for several hours and might ruin his entire day.
He deserves the acid indigestion.
In buckets.
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