Today’s Friday.

A horrible Friday that’s come to put an end to the miserable cunt that’s been my week.
I’m not out, having a cold one. I’m not reading. I’m not even coding, per se.

I’m just wasting away, pushing pixels, writing copy, waiting for the FTP overhead, using outdated back ends, and chatting on Skype and facebook in the meantime.

My folks are out of town, but I can’t throw a party because my grandma’s home. Which accounts for the shit-tasteless-undercooked food I’ve been gulping all week. Not that I’d be up for the party, since I’m doing most of my work at home and spending the nine hours at work making sure the code I wrote works while my co-workers struggle franticly to launch the mother of all projects. I help them out with what I can, but I’m too tired to go above and beyond.

Yes, ily, I know. You don’t have to tell me.

And, just as I was writing this, a bitch in a Nissan X-trail just ran over one of my cats. She didn’t kill it, just broke the cat’s neck. So now the cat’s inside, and I’m waiting for it to die. I just got back from a chat with said bitch. Luckily my street ends in a dead end. Since I couldn’t get an “I’m sorry” out of her, and since the fat bitch that was riding bitch was giggling her gynormous ass off, I settled for walking away with my head up high and her side mirror in my hand.

I’m sorry I gave the mirror back to her, and yes, the cat is dead now. Her name was Bella.