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Mondays are lame. By the end of the day, I had just lost all patience. No one thing in particular had this effect on me: just a bunch of small nuisances accruing into a black hole of ''fuck off''. | Mondays are lame. By the end of the day, I had just lost all patience. No one thing in particular had this effect on me: just a bunch of small nuisances accruing into a black hole of ''fuck off''. Why are the beginnings of weeks so tough? | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:52, 31 December 2020
Pre-Parties covid-19: day 174 | US: GA | info | act
Yesterday, I took a ride to Autumn’s parents to have another pre-party for Henry’s birthday. I say “another” because we had a first pre-party via Zoom with my parents and Henry’s friends. Autumn and her family go overboard for events like this. I’m certain by the time it’s over, Henry’s room will be overflowing with more toys. I should have some photos developed soon.
I also started watching The Boys, and it’s pretty over-the-top. It’s a more cynical look at the real-lives of “supes” in our corporate world. I’m guessing that the eponymous boys are those vigilantes trying to rid the world of these super creeps. So far, it’s a lot of fun.
Mondays are lame. By the end of the day, I had just lost all patience. No one thing in particular had this effect on me: just a bunch of small nuisances accruing into a black hole of fuck off. Why are the beginnings of weeks so tough?
