I don’t actually have time to blog, what with working some 60+ hours a week between a full-time+overtime rent-a-human gig (at a major insurance company no less…Irony, your name must be Lola!) and my way-underpaid adjunct faculty gig. But what the hell. I’m on my third high-volume (aka gravity) beer, and facing down 42 minutes until my bed-hog husband gets up for his third-shift gig. Oh, he’ll complain tomorrow that he’s just exhausted that he also has to attend another 4 hours in class this week and 4 hours in homework, but hey, we aren’t keeping score. Or are we? Hmmm…… FTR, I do 90% of the housework. Bullshit.
Mostly I’m here to ramble. And to give you new breathing space after after the last thread filled up with comments. 132 and counting last I looked. I’m not looking again. I’m just throwing this up, because sh!t is WHACK out there right now. What with Obamacare in full meltdown mode, the complete theater over the “shutdown”…aka…”debt ceiling”…aka…”budget negotiations. I mean honestly, who the feck cares? I teach English and I’m too drunk to SPELL. That is a an actual serious problem. And I’ve been addicted to the music of my youth lately. I don’t even give a shit about Miley Cyrus or whatever the latest marketing flavah is. GnR!
I mean, honestly, who could give a shit in the midst of all this manufactured bullshit? Maybe you could. I couldn’t. I’m pretty sure things are heating up to get real bad next year economically. And I’m past rooting for the bottom. It doesn’t exist. There a 132 levels to hell, and we’re on, like, 42. Get ready.
Yeah, my give-a-damn just busted. Right in the middle of this post. Mostly because we’re down to 31 minutes to bedtime. What’s on your mind?
Oh, did I mention I got ordained? And I’m performing my first wedding on Halloween. How apropos is that?