"Why? How in the name of all that's holy and good, does this enter into the Plan???"
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
typical day at the station
It was not supposed to be my day off. All my tools were still at work. i wanted to take off tomorrow when she was coming home. By ten o'clock i was bruised, bleeding, with arms full of fiberglass, had thrown out two deceased drills, borrowed a third with which i had drilled straight through a wire, arcing the bit and forcing me to try and repair it in the dark. i only have one way of making sure it's the right circuit breaker that i have off, see aforementioned statement about tools being at work. i haven't gotten one thing done and this was one of the easy tasks. i'm coughing up a lung, battling the urge for arson and curling up in the fetal position sticking one thumb firmly in my mouth and balling the other into a fist that i shake at the heavens, crying to God,