Where's My Smith Corona?

Nov 12

Anti Ante Meridiem

Lovers of sunrises-line up, pucker up, and kiss my black ass.  From the wrong side of the bed, the daylight that’s ignoring my blanket drapes is as welcome as a tumor on my testicles.  I hear Alaska is pleasant this time of year.

To everyone who just revved their engines-have a good day at work, honey.  Don’t mind my incessant whining over my inability to wake up to a steady job or sleep soundly for the sake of a steady job.  I will be here when you get off, ruing the door claps and your kids’ raucous antics.

God I need a nap.