What's worse is something that is both not related to that and yet totally related to that. A goddamn light came on in my car. It's the smart key indicator light. My car drove fine, and I was hoping it wouldn't be a big deal. But once we got back home and I looked it up on the Internet -- well, fuck, I have to take a day off in order to get this fixed because apparently you don't want to not get this fixed. And of course this happens as ... (sigh) never mind.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Monday, November 15, 2021
Wow, The Shit Really Hit The Fan Tonight, Didn't It?
Well, I don't want to say too much because 1) I want to keep some things to myself, 2) I think if I say too much I'll jinx things, 3) I'm tired and 4) I wouldn't know where to fucking begin. Let's just say that I was both a little too eager and too complacent in thinking I take all my stuff out of storage to get a head start on cleaning that shit out before I had to go back to the airport.
Labels:
bad day,
best laid plans,
breaking down,
cars,
internet,
my stuff,
pissing me off,
ruined,
tired
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