And what is up with this all this shit on my desk and how the fuck did I end up with two Japanese horror movies that are both almost three hours long from Netflix at the same damn time on a Friday. Not that I’m done with all my usual Friday nonsense, but the idea of being able to sit down and unwind (ha ha ha) and watch a movie on a Friday is at least something I like to have hanging around like a sad ghost in my imagination as I rush around not getting enough shit done and mentally beating my own ass for not working harder and more consistently throughout the week. I’m looking forward to watching both of these movies, but … it’s like six hours of Japanese horror. And I should be in bed in about (fffffffff—) two and a half hours. Yeah, we all know it’s not gonna happen, but that doesn’t make it any better.

I have started to dread the weekends (the culmination of my work week) because there are far too many things out of my direct control and I feel like I’m riding the same stretch of white water over and over and every week, come Monday, I say “fuck it, that’s it, I’m done” and then during the week someone manages to convince me to ride it one more time until we get the opportunity to go down to the river with some dynamite and blasting caps and move the big rocks so the ride’s a lot smoother. Every week.