Well, I am glad that week is over.
Last Monday I put Zed on a plane and things between us have been hazy ever since.
Then I saw Robert my critically ill helper in the hospital and he likely won't make it.
I failed to win the $16 million Texas lottery, which skewed my long-term financial planning.
My biggest client was dragging his feet and left me with unbillable time all fucking week.
The Lakers won the Western Conference finals and I hate them.
I have some cookies, but no milk.
One of my cats scattered the Sunday paper all over my living room floor while I was out watching the game.
I am out of Coke, all I have is diet Pepsi and I hate it.
This week has to be better. It just has to.