You know you're fucked for the rest of the day when...
1. You have a 7.45 am meeting with the boss, and you jump out of bed just five minutes before.
2. You know you have been diligently counting your days for the last thirty days, and you know you are going to remember to dump the reserves in your bag before you leave for work the next morning, but you actually forget because you have to jump into the shower, get dressed and then get out of the fuckin' house in fifteen minutes.
3. It actually does, for once, come on time, and you run down to Watson's to grab a box of 32 o.b.'s with only a fifty-dollar note in your hands, only to find out that, hey, it's fuckin' "No Plastic Bag Day".
They say good things come in three's.
I fuckin' hope the bad things do too.
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