I’m on call, the system for which I’m responsible blows up and needs restarting about every 2 hours, and it’s not getting fixed any time soon. This is similar to having a baby without the poo but also without the promise of a future. If this goes on all night tonight I am going to be Lieutenant Colonel Grumpy Q. Asshole of the Royal Annoyance Force tomorrow.
I genuinely like prunes. You’re not supposed to, because they’re funny (P sound, associated with shitting and old people). But I really like them.
I saw two Bentley coupés, a Ferrari 612 Scaglietta, a Lamborghini Gallardo, and a Maserati Quattroporte on the road today. The wealth around here is approaching Kuwaiti levels. As a spectator sport it’s fascinating. I saw the larval form of a soccer mom today at Trader Joe’s. She was about 19, probably an OCC or Vanguard student, fake ‘n’ bake tan, very skinny, pants slipping off hips, Hollister sweatshirt. She was purchasing three bottles of tequila, eight avocados, and an energy bar. She left in a late model BMW two-door.
The kids working for minimum at the fast food joint I went to were so genuinely friendly, upbeat, and competent that it broke my heart, after seeing her zoom off into her perfect life.
Would you rather always be right, or always get the truth?