The Demonweasel Speaks

I knew yesterday that this was going to fucked up day today but it’s really going on all cylinders. Kenzie got sick last night, throwing up and not sleeping, so I ended up not sleeping much either. The TV has been out since Christmas Eve, and the only time I could get them to come and fix it was this morning between 8 and noon. Also today the semi-truck arrives with our new fixtures between 11 and 3 (he called and said he’d be there just before noon, so about nowish), and then the guy is coming to switch the phone over at the store between noon and 4. It’s 11:37 and no word for the TV guy, which means my whole day is going to get fucked up and fuck up others in the process. Kenzie went to work for about an hour and then came home and is now sleeping and is in no condition to deal with the TV guy or show him up onto the roof where the dish and everything is. ‘Cause I love going on the roof!

Oh, the moving madness has started, let me tell you. And it’s not pretty. It will be when its all said and done, but not now. Right now, to use an expression I heard the other day, I can’t give three fucks about four fucks.