Sweet Jesus, Make It Stop!
After a long weekend of huffing drain cleaner yard work and lurking in the women’s bathroom at Denny’s wholesome living, I was a fucking wreck at the office today. I had a grand total of one hour’s worth of sleep last night, and it showed. (Related: I am no longer allowed to participate in the peer review process or own a stapler.) And if there’s one thing this blog has consistently taught us over the years, it’s this: When I’m too tired to post, everyone suffers.
Good lord, that was only the introductions.
Only one of those women had a belly button.
I can’t imagine having to sit in the audience for this entire thing. It probably spawned a few serial killers.