What If?

"I look like a shaved gorilla with twenty pounds of ground beef for a head. No dame that looks like that could be into me unless she wanted somethin'. I learned that a long time ago." - The Goon, The Goon: Nothin' But Misery

What the hell just happened?

Last week was the most ridiculously pointless frustratingly annoying week I've had in a long time. It's not even that anything went wrong, it's just that everything sucked. Hard. Like real hard. Maybe it's because the week before that was so pleasantly pleasant that this week stood in such stark contrast.

I don't know.

All I know is this weekend turned out not half bad considering how badly it started out. I bought some furniture on Thursday afternoon. It got delivered today. It all looks decent so far. I bought some bookshelves yesterday. They're all mostly put together today. It was surprisingly not difficult. Friday night I failed at conducting some minorly important business and now it puts me in a bit of a lurch. Last night went places it totally wasn't supposed to go and I can't tell you how glad I am that it did.

All I've got to say is that any night that ends at four in the morning in my office with me trying to explain the difference between Nick Fury, Luke Cage, and Nic Cage to a rather inebriated trio of Gonzo, Jeremiah, and Kevin is a night that probably could have ended a lot worse.

So anyway, I'm going to go have some pizza, do some laundry, watch some tv, and try to avoid letting tomorrow sneak up on me.

Night 'all.

"What happens if I push this button?"

"Everybody dies."

"Ok...and if I don't push this button?"

"Everybody dies."

"So what you're saying is..."

"Everybody dies."

"Bummer."