Yesterday was a typical Tuesday for me. It's the day when all me lovely felons have to come see me so I can tell if they have been naughty or nice.
I hate Tuesdays.
One positive dope screen (see ya later, loser), one no-show, more lame-ass excuses than I could count, and the usual smattering of whining, coughing up of lungs due to sickness, blaming "my ol' lady" for things going wrong, promises to pay their fines "as soon as the tax check comes in" (If I have to hear that one more time I'm taking hostages...), and general human stupidity on public display.
Did I mention that I hate Tuesdays?
Went home, couldn't eat supper despite me spouse preparing some fantastic looking tacos (surgery next week, God I want to be normal again), read awhile, and literally passed out in bed and slept like the very dead. Feeling much better today, thanks for asking.
I hate Tuesdays.