But…I Want to Play (An Update of Sorts)

The Kitchen was a state. 

Still dwelling in hotels whilst the house undergoes repairs. Speaking of house the thing needs to have the roof swept, the back and front yard raked, months of dishes done, the carpets cleaned, and the owner whipped. (I’m the owner.)

There have been too many of those small inconveniences like not having hot water to do dishes. These combined with my work schedule and familial duties have given my inner excuse machine hyper fuel. My creativity and assets have suffered as a result.

Being between places is peculiarly infuriating.

I think my several months of stagnation are proof of the importance of having good regimens in place before your infrastructure begins to give you grief.

TL;DR but mommy I don’t wanna go to school.

On second thought I’ll probably just have a pint.

Shame me into action by giving me your hard-earned cash. The more alcohol I can afford the more effusive my fingers. Tipppitiy tappaty! Clikaty clakaty! This is not an encouragement of drinking. I am Russian and thus a professional. Please leave the drinking to me.

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