I can't believe I've been doing this blog for a month. It makes me wonder just how much bullshit I spout in a single day. The fact that my short-term memory was shot in '74 means I probably forget half the shit that went on at work. I forget half the shit Mrs. F tells me to do. Have I mentioned she is a kind and patient woman? The fact that she's put up with me for fifteen years still surprises the shit out of me. I keep expecting her to come to her senses one day.
So it's a month and I have to admit I'm enjoying myself. I can't say the same for you, but I give a shit. You don't have to read my bullshit if you don't want to. I'm doing this for me. For those who've been supportive, thanks. For those who haven't, fuck you.
I'm going in the shower.