Bitter

Boy, what a crappy week it was. Snowed and snowing again, I guess it's turned to rain now, even better. Enagaged in a push/pull contest with the neighbors, over space in an outdoor shed, of all things. So I spent the night dragging stuff around inside and out, mostly out. In the sleet and rain. Stacking crap on top of crap. In the dark. That goat farm on a hilltop in Kentucky sounds pretty good about now. I filled the bird feeder out front last week and I've seen exactly one dratted bird all week. And he flitted away as soon as he spotted me at the window, stupid bird. Casually twirling my six-shooter tonight and flung it off my finger and- WHACK! - cracked against the bottom horn of the Charvel, putting a big circular ding in the newly restored finish. At least it didn't go off and put my eye out. I can't seem to get a decent draft of an illustration I'm working on. I'd planned to go at it with a vengeance tonight, blown outta the water by the shed thing. Sometimes the general trend of things makes you just wanna spit. Or punch something. Then I'd probably break my hand and really be up a creek. If I thought about it long enough I'm sure I could think of more and crappier stuff but I'm already missing the beginning of ER. Which is probably a re-run. Or a Christmas show. Bah, humbug, I says...