Much too long a short day

A short day seems to go on and on and on.

Lines seem way longer than long.

Is the guy spending 15 minutes in line at the drive-through teller an idiot? Is the drive-through teller an idiot? Are they both idiots?

Every red light in the city commands me to stop. What bulls**t!

The “bum-BA-bum-BA-bum” of the earschplitten bass speakers tucked¬†under some cool’s trunk¬†rattle inside my ears through my brain.

My head hurts. My neck hurts. My feet hurt. My butt hurts. My brain hurts.

Time for a rest. Time to stop moving for awhile before it all happens again.

Life. Open up a can of it. Then put the top back on the thing.

A little goes a long, long way on much too long a short day.

If that ain’t right I’ll kiss your ass. Or at least I won’t and say I didn’t.