…I’ve never even seen a paw paw
No, Fate, Please Do Shit On Me Again
So, being broke and outta work is not enough of a learning experience. Oh no, it’s not even close. Last night, our heating and cooling unit (one of those huge fuckers the put on top of yer house with a crane) stopped working. Now, you might think, as Grace did, that such an event would make me freak out. You’d be wrong. No sense getting upset when there’s no $$ to get it fixed. Besides, daytime temps are gonna be in the 80’s for a week or so, and night temps are only down in the 50’s. We can survive those temps.
Now, once the daytime temps hit 90+, we’ll have to come up with repair $$, lest our poor dogs end up cooked by day’s end. But we have a week or so before we need to deal with that.
So, what next, Fate? Bring it on, motherfucker.
The Ever Popular “Other News”
I put in an application for a delivery driver job at a dry cleaners very near my home. The manager will be doing interviews on Monday, so I’m crossing my fingers. The work hours are brutal for a guy like me: 5:00 AM to 6:00 PM on Mondays, then 6:00 AM to 4:00 PM Tuesday thru Friday. But hell, I’ll get up early if it means making $$$…especially overtime $$$.
No plant sale tomorrow after all. I decided to move it up to next weekend, so as to get more plants ready.
Today was the official D&D 4E release day. I stopped at A1 Comics near my house to look thru the books and they had apparently sold every one of them by noon. Of course, you could always buy REALLY cheap 3E/d20 stuff from the 16 big boxes worth of it that they had. Or, in my case, not.
So, what next, Fate? Bring it on, motherfucker.
Never ever challenge the universe to be more inventive. It’s probably listening and has more resources than you.
Ooh, careful there. Don’t tempt Fate. I learned this the hard way last year. As soon as you say, “It can’t get worse than this,” it invariably does. Just sayin’, amigo.
I picture you as Forrest Gump’s Captain Dan, on top of the shrimp boat mast in the hurricane. Hang in there, sailor!