Unholy hour
What's that, you arsehole god-botherer?
No, stupid o'clock on Saturday morning, especially THIS Saturday morning, is not a good time to try to sell me a motherfucking bastard copy of Watchtower.
Goodbye.
But at least it's a gorgeous sunny day and I am in the unusual position of being completely at leisure, with no obligation to do anything at all...
...on account of handing the book in to the publisher yesterday evening. Yee-haarrr! I have my life back.
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Bloody Nora. I hope you gave 'em what for. Congrats on getting your life back though!
And boooo-hissss to early morning callers.
I got a call last night asking if I wanted to take out cancer insurance. Gah.