Still going to prolong doing anything productive (you know, outside of work obviously), on account of being kicked out of bed by Wump and Toop this morning. Usually this is cool because I take the opportunity to write a bit, but today my computer refused to start. I went back to bed angry, only to be woken up by explosive diarrhoea an hour or two later. My own, fortunately, and even more fortunately the “explosive” was only a figure of speech … but it was a close call.
Now you know, though.
So right now I’m just battening down and preparing to wait this one out. Mrs. Hatboy restored my good vibes and this evening I’m taking Wump and Toop to see the new Dumbo movie in 3D IMAX, which should be a blast.
I mean, some of it’s probably not going to track well but it’s going to be interesting.
So yeah. I think the universe and I have an understanding at this point: I pretend the universe and I have an understanding, and the universe just goes ahead and does exactly whatever the fuck the universe was going to do in any case, and I can go fuck myself while it’s doing it.
– Posted from my Huawei during my coffee break.