Caterwauling

Wow my attempt at typing this while I ordered a bacon sandwich was pretty awful. (Although the sandwich was delicious.)

Let’s try this again.

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Big things are happening today. 

And nobody else got the memo. 

I’m dodging just about everybody. Except the gal who helps me. She’s awesome.

I gave her some projects that she could choose to delegate. She said no. Faster to just do them herself.

I know the feeling.

Now I am avoiding people who trusted me.

What I need is for them to get the hint that was sent to them.

And I look like a twit in the meantime.

Unfortunately, I probably won’t lose that title for a long time to come even after clarity is reached.

A 9:30 exit is looking like a pipe dream. And now that I learned I have to be there before 8:30, well, fukkitbucket.

So I’m sitting in the handbasket, with rocket fuel in the tank.

Someone’s standing nearby with a flamethrower.

And shit’s going to get real when they figure out how to use it.

I expect that will happen within the hour.

So I’m taking this final quiet moment to ponder something.

All I have to say is this.

I have plans at 9:30 p.m. Yes, a school night.

I’d better be on time, damn it.

Hope the handbasket is intact enough to get me there.