Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I got the blue jeans blues.
The blue collar blues

the stacking boxes
Blues.

And I'm gonna listen to Sticky Fingers... and think very hard about another glass of bourbon.

And stale cigars.

I
got picked up.

For more hours

of stackin boxes.

Exspongement is in the works.
Fade Gundam is primed. The basement station is 90% ready for paint.

And I just agreed to stack more boxes.
Every weekday.
Starting tomorrow at noon.

Fuck.

Regularity?
Dependability?
Real jobs?

This would be a lot easier with love
painkillers
muscle rubber
and hard
sweet
fast loving liquor.

I got some housekeeping
some housecleaning
and some shipping to do this week.

Chances are I'll be doing shipping most of next week.

I gotta figure out a time I can get lunch, and take care of my dog, and relax

I really need to relax.

I'm still not doing great with leaving the house.
Feeling sick and anxious all the time isn't great.
Neither are morons that run stop signs while I'm walking across the street.

But
working
saving some money.
Even for just a little while

probably not a bad thing.