Yawn.

Bored.  Work stinks.  Why am I not independently wealthy?   Why could I not learn to love/tolerate the crazy, rich boy?  Then I could stay home all day and do nothing but drink bourbon and eat bonbons.  Yeeeesssss….that’s the life to which I wish to become accustomed. 

 

That is all.  Thanks for coming by.  Please drive through.