I just spent the last three days getting my shit out of the shop, after I was "laid off".
My lower back is fried, the sciatic nerve in my right leg is lit up like a neon sign.
I ate a corn dog on Wednesday for breakfast, had three bites out of a tuna sandwich and went and fell down.
I had a half of a home made egg and english muffin Thursday for breakfast and a Taco Supreme for dinner , drank myself into a coma and woke up at six thirty this morning.
Had another corn dog and a coke, worked my home sick ass off all day, got stuck in some serious fucked up traffic, forty minutes to go a mile and a half, got back to the shop twenty minutes after they closed, shook the hand of the guy who got my job and went to my parents.Caught a buzz, got a cell phone and got home a half hour ago.
I made a cajun rub pork cutlet for dinner and now I am going to pass the fuck out.
I have a lot of shit on my plate right now and paying seventy bucks a month to Blog might be going the fuck away soon.
Either way, thanks fer stopping by.
Right now, I am so fucking exhausted the only thing saving my ass from being incoherent is Spellcheck.