Sunday, August 30, 2015
Believe it or not, this week’s shittiness is vying with last week’s shittiness for all-time shittiest shit. Sickness (including a record-breaking barf incident in the 1AM hour), a melted down sandbox which kept me from catching up on the work I was behind on due to last week, which prompted a marathon stay-at-work-until-nearly-midnight session late in the week, followed promptly by a last-minute production bug on Friday, which was even further complicated by some boneheaded idiocy on my part stemming from the fact that I have two completely different co-workers named “Steve,” a pool pump which may or may not be on the fritz, and even that was further complicated by a running dispute with my home warranty company ... well, let’s just say I’ve had better weeks, and, as for two-week periods, I’d say I’ve had several hundred: almost certainly more than a thousand, even. Add to that that we’re sliding into our Virgo birthday season, with this weekend being all about The Mother— I just finished putting a cake into the oven, and, if you know me, you know how extremely unlikely that is— as much as I hate to miss two weeks in a row, hopefully you can forgive me for making you wait one more week to get whatever bizarre fix you’re getting out of this blog. I don’t promise anything awesome, of course ... but, then, I never do.