Wed Morning

It's only 8:12 am and the morning is shot to hell.

The one person I can always rely on to help me with the queue is out sick today. Bummer. I'll just have to work harder.

The General bought some Orangina and it's always good in the morning. The cold citrus drink burns down my throat like Liquid Plumber.

I am not awake. I rub my eyes to pretend I am awake but I can only assume I will actually be awake in about 15 minutes.

This morning as I drove to work, I saw a silver creature feasting on the body of a dead racoon.

I'm hallucinating. Wonderful.

I'm going to go splash some cold water on my face. And try to hope today will be better than yesterday.

~Jason