This just in: I've been irritated twice in the last two weeks. I don't like to get irritated. It fouls up my programing. Both times it happened at work and in both instances a serious lack of sleep was the route cause. This is what happened the first time: Blah blah blah blah blah, fucking asshole, blah. I'm sure that you can identify with that situation. The second time was similar except that blah blah blah blah blah, fucking dickhead, blah.
But what I'm really upset about is the fact that I have to cram my writing in to this tiny 3 hour window because I'm going to be way too busy working the rest of the day. It's not fair! How come Author's like Tennessee Williams and Norman Mailer got/get to live in towns as beautiful and inspiring as Provincetown MA where they could/can work exclusively on their crafts? Meanwhile Captain Corky has to do all of his writing here in Louisville, KY, in between fucking shifts no less. Just think If I didn't' have to work today chances are I would have written two really great posts. The title for the first one would have been Captain Corky: Expectant Father, Reformed Miscreant, and Megalomaniac. The Second Post was going to be a commentary piece on blog commenting. Oh well... Back to the fucking grindstone I guess. I just hope I don't have to wait till I'm dead before I become famous. That would really suck!
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