Computer’s broken again. I mean to say, it wiped itself clean of all of its data again, which I imagine it will continue to do each time Windows forces through another update to its worst fucking OS ever. After I get paid this week I’m going to go buy a new computer. The odds that it will be a Microsoft product are low, and there is absolutely no chance at all that I will install their wretched fucking asshole code.
The post I promised last post is a bitter motherfucker to write. Sincerely. Not even going to consider finishing it without a keyboard, WHICH I AM TOO FURIOUS TO USE. Concentration has become impossible while trying to use the fucking thing, let alone strenuous emotional labor.
Telling the story I am trying to tell is like pulling razor blades out of frozen soil with my bare fingers. I hate it, you’re going to hate it too, and I refuse to compound that by tapping it out on this iPad.
Yup, I am sleep-deprived, exhausted, and pissed the fuck off. Riding my ragged edge. Happily, even to the point of tears springing to my eyes, my crew has figured out a way to get me a weekend, starting this week. Just gotta make it through Thursday and then see how many hours of sleep I can cram into Friday and Saturday.
On one of those days, you’ll get to read the two hundred and twentieth post. Doubt you’ll thank me, dear reader, but hey, life’s a bitch, a big old mean German Shepherd of a bitch, and nine times out of ten she’ll come straight for the place between where your legs meet your body, jaws foaming and impossible to stop.
—JL
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