And Flares

This is clearly an orange cone day --- y'know, like I'm an accident zone and I've my orange cones out lest I FUCKING BREAK YOUR STUPID SKULL WITH A BRICK*.

Not that I'm complaining, but...

Getting home from work was hell. I slept like shit and this morning Snake had to go teach which meant that I was alone getting the house and the dog and the cat ready for the day. And let me tell you, I'm a fucking quadraped myself with only an inadequate human mouth in which to carry things. God damn! It's too fucking hard to do shit when you can only stand on one leg and you have no available arms and those have bruises in the sides from the crutch ends!!

Oh yeah, and my heart decided to go into fibrilation and stay that way at 5 a.m. And then I smacked my head on the refrigerator door handle and so I punched the fridge door in response and skinned my knuckle. Because I'm such a man.

So I took a taxi to work. Fuck you.

*She is bald upon the couch

Who Am Us Anyway Reboot

There! I cheered myself up by writing a new bio. The dog isn't two yet, but I don't want to update this thing for at least a year.