Man, if it wasn't for Gideon, I'd never gotten up today. You know, those nights where you fell uneasy, until you figure it was lack of proper blanket insulation, then you get all comfortable, slip back to sleep and...RING RING RING WAKE UP ASSHOLE. I swear that I looked at the blaring cell phone, grunted something and almost went back to sleep.
Fortunately, I've trained my dragon to go and remove my covers if I don't get up after the ringer has rang. And so he did, much to my protest. But you're gonna be late, master, he said, climbing up my leg until he reached the top of my head. Avast! Rise and shine, master, rise and shine.
Monday the 13th. A bad omen day, to be sure. But so far, no bad luck other than the usual, to have no fucking money and to need to attend to this ridiculous excuse of a job. Well, I'm guessing I'll be bossless today, so it gives me more freedom.
And I'm sure all of you noticed, I was plainly wrong about the time-stealing process. But it was only a week before the actual thing happened. This sunday, we'll be robbed. Of one hour.
Man, all the coffee in the world won't shake this funk in my head. I needed to sleep for at least half hour more. Just that. Or maybe one hour. Two. Six. Eighteen.
In the meantime, I'm still wondering about The Great Fight, between me and [undisclosed recipient], I'm still amazed how clueless one person an be. For me, the plan wil be to keep my distance. I don't want to get Ingnoramusmis in my blood, not for a while. I've had it, lost it. I've had enough, I believe.
Well, let's get through this day...
