But it doesn’t stop with the end of childhood. Oh, no.
Yesterday I was sick. Really, really sick. Could hardly sleep last night for the pain and constantly hacking up bloody phlegm. But come the alarm clock, what do I do? You got it. I got dressed and went to work.
Dumb. GodDAMN, that was dumb.
Now I am even sicker. So I am going to type this, take a shower, climb into bed and go to sleep. If I wake up this sick in the morning I will head to the doctor’s office instead of work.
|Go home, Bob. You’re dumb.|