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Today is much better from Monday's bullshit. Today is much better from yesterday's wank. The dayjob took a header and I am unhappy with it now. The last thing I *ever* want to hear from someone who's supposedly a general assistant is "That's not my job."
Yes, the fuck it is.
But whatever. He doesn't work for me, or his ass would have been mine yesterday.
As it is, I may fix his little red wagon on general principles.
Am I alone in thinking that being of service means, I dunno, being of actual service?
But again. Whatever.
Letting it go.
I'm going to Florence. I'm going to Disneyland this Saturday. My family's good and healthy.
The rest is just stuff.