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I feel sour.
Sour times.
Times like these call for desperate measures.
I am going to need a really big ruler.
Or a yardstick.
Someone get me a yardstick.

I need a shovel.
I need a LARGE Rubbermaid container.
And rope.

(I am amazed when I see video surveilence of some asshole on T.V. in Home Depot buying lets say,...a shovel, tape, rope, trash bags, a container, wire,ect...WITH a credit card.
STUPID.)


Anyway, back to the problem on hand...I have to move on. It was a nice place to visit but the landlord was a shit heel.
Like I wrote,

sour times