And We're Back

I had two, by the way. Well worth it.

So, I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I'd rather blow off tomorrow and spend the morning on the couch watching Teen Titans (I'm marathoning all five seasons -- 65 episodes -- out of my personal collection, in between my Netflix stuff) and the afternoon working on that Diner scene, with maybe some reading time squeezed in there somewhere. Of course, I can't blow off work because I need the money and I want to stay in the good graces of the Powers That Be. Besides, Little Miss Responsible would never let me get away with it. So it's off to work I go.

After all, those guns aren't going to bolt-fit themselves, and god knows Cooter can't fucking do it.

This weekend, though, I'm headed to Mass. I'm reconnecting with my old friend Dan. I don't know what we're going to do exactly, but I am sure in the mood to raise a little hell.

I aim to misbehave.