Thursday, yeah?
An evening of beer, the original Batman film, too many fags and I'm not with it. Nearly missed the bus, then nearly left my wallet on it, work is pressured, steam driven, sweaty. Too much to do, not enough to do it with, time evaporates in the heat of the moment, opportunities flash fried and deep sixed. Championship shit shoveller required, must have own shovel.If a spade is a spade then this place, today, is is the shitheap. The Captain of this Titanic wants to play chicken with the icebergs - I'm the look out who paddles but secretly wants to lose. Where's Adam West to give me a spiritrousingspeech in that pe culiar dic tion of his.