One hour before an appointment and I am reaching a level of high-velocity low-viscosity rear-end mass-ejection that NASA would be proud of in one of their rockets.
I gotta stop getting cocky. It’s cancer. It’s always gonna find a way to fuck me over. Supposed to be quiet and hidden, like a little mouse. Gotta remember.
Anyway, I guess it’s a Loperamide and Audiobooks Friday!