The Bloody Doors Off

That just hit me. Best book title. Ever.

I’d buy it.

And I haven’t bought a new, first-edition hardcover in.

Six years?

I had to refrain from posting on social media earlier tonight.

For some goddamned reason, I hit a “look at me! i’m funny! tell me i’m funny!” patch.

Shut that down, pretty fucking quick.

And oh yeah.

It’s Thursday.

How the actual fuck is it Thursday?

All evening, I’ve been convinced it was Friday.

Even though Picard was airing on CTV SciFi earlier. Clear indicator (for me; maybe not you).

checks the time on the computer screen

What the actual fuck. I started writing this post… three hours ago.

Completely lost the thread.

Alright, I’m done for the night.

Here. Enjoy this song that’s been stuck in my head all bloody week.

I mean.

What the actual fuck.