I Know For Whom the Death Toll Rings
This is just a reaction from being generally grumpy and tired. Medication readjusted. Casket bought and stored in the attic as a result of my panic attack that my children should make that final resting choice for me.
I’ve been living a blissful technologically-free existence for the past two weeks as I’ve been banished once again to the relatively vapid existence that is my olive farm.
Kat has disclaimed all responsibility of that real-estate decision and has promptly taken herself on an impromptu holiday to Fiji. I’m of the opinion that nothing good comes from straying from home ground. Bad things happen or, at the very least, extreme inconvenience.
Right now, my main inconvenience is trying to suss out how to program this universal remote control that I received for my birthday. The instructions say that once everything is in order, I could control my life with a simple click of a single button.
Put this into perspective. I don’t like to wear watches, I don’t like to drive and I can’t stand having to turn this damnable computer on. How the hell am I supposed to program this monstrosity of mechanical consolidation? Check back in a couple weeks. I’m certain the struggle will continue.
I’ve been living a blissful technologically-free existence for the past two weeks as I’ve been banished once again to the relatively vapid existence that is my olive farm.
Kat has disclaimed all responsibility of that real-estate decision and has promptly taken herself on an impromptu holiday to Fiji. I’m of the opinion that nothing good comes from straying from home ground. Bad things happen or, at the very least, extreme inconvenience.
Right now, my main inconvenience is trying to suss out how to program this universal remote control that I received for my birthday. The instructions say that once everything is in order, I could control my life with a simple click of a single button.
Put this into perspective. I don’t like to wear watches, I don’t like to drive and I can’t stand having to turn this damnable computer on. How the hell am I supposed to program this monstrosity of mechanical consolidation? Check back in a couple weeks. I’m certain the struggle will continue.