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So Little Time by Ray Printer Friendly

Dropping the shot glass and grabbing the neck. We’ve not much time, and many things to discuss…

I have to get up stupid early tomorrow, and thought about just posting some new pictures and calling it a night. In the end, I just couldn't do it.

Aside from this bit of babble, I have already posted the “Making Reality” segment, but you might want to pace yourselves—there’s a good chance I’ll be out of commission for the next couple of days.

I have a shipment coming in tomorrow, between five-thirty and six in the morning. What kind of bullshit is that? Harsh bullshit, that's what kind.

Not to mention the fact that my princess goes back to work tomorrow. School doesn’t start until next week, but tomorrow’s her first official day back as a teacher. Of course, we’ve been up there quite a bit already, getting desks set up, getting the room cleaned up, blah blah blah.

The jerk that had her classroom last year didn’t clean out his shit like he was supposed to, so my princess spent about a week just boxing up his crap. And just to ensure his throne at the top of Nutsack Hill, as the King of All Douche-heads, he left not one, not two, but three aquariums in the classroom, half-full of stagnant water and dead snails. By the time my princess moved in, these freakin’ aquariums had been sitting in this classroom without any air conditioning for about two months.

You can probably guess that the room smelled less than pleasant, but if you ever want to know exactly how it smelled, the best way I can recommend it is to microwave an old, rotting rat until it explodes. Then force-feed it to a cat that’s dying of gangrene. Then microwave the cat until it explodes. Gather all the remains, put it in a bag of hair, catch it on fire, and then rub the ashes all over an old person.

And that’s what it smelled like.

Anyways, my point is, aside from the obscenely early delivery in the morning, I will also have to take my princess to work around six-thirty from now until…well, I guess until Christmas break.

I’m sure I’ll adapt after a week or so, but I might just be a gibbering mess until then…a different kind of gibbering mess than usual, I mean. So don’t count on me posting regularly, is what I’m telling you.

Hopefully I’ll be able to cowboy up and take care of business, but there’s a good chance that I’ll be going to bed by four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.

Quick note before ending: I just checked the archives to see if I had written a similar rant last year at this time. I found this. Holy crap.

I remember people telling me it was really time for me to get out of customer service, and I remember people telling me that I had gotten really acidic after quitting smoking, but…damn.

You can feel the rage just dripping, you know? It’s almost enough to make me want to get back into customer service, start smoking again, and then quit smoking. One of our regular readers told me recently that I had “lost my edge.” I argued that it wasn’t that I had lost my edge, it was just that I was focusing on other things.

After reading my shit from a year ago, I must concede.

I was wrong, my friend, and you were right. I have lost my edge.


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