gratuitous whining

The crap that is going on in my life today is not to be believed. Not. To. Be. Believed. It's like one of those early Evelyn Waugh novels, Vile Bodies maybe?, where something awkward happens and then another awkward thing happens and you're just watching the whole train wreck with amazed disbelief. Except in Evelyn Waugh novels, it's *fiction*. And everyone is drunk.

Man, I could use some bourbon right now ...

LOST quibbling

( hardly worth putting behind a cut, but just in case ... )