i hate to be all chicken little and start sqwaking about how the sky is falling but there is something awry. perhaps it is the influence of saturn, which should be visable in the eastern sky shortly after sunset for the next few weeks. it could be this virus that has transformed itself into a cough that refuses to quit. things aren't helped that i'm on the phone nonfuckingstop and haven't much time to rest my voice. but the indicator that really set off alarm bells was the fact that my trusty magic 8-ball was incorrect last nite. i asked it if i'd get a call and it gave me a response that may have pleased me for the moment but ultimately wrong.
the phone is ringing so hi-ho hi-ho its back to work i go. at least i've got a little buddy guy and his magic slide guitar to keep the demons at bay.
the phone is ringing so hi-ho hi-ho its back to work i go. at least i've got a little buddy guy and his magic slide guitar to keep the demons at bay.
bad : ruining your pants trying to fix the copier