One More Day

Thirteen more hours to be exact.

Then I’m off work until a week from Monday.

The first thing on the agenda is to put that fucking Bronco back together.

After that, our wedding anniversary is the 21st.

Other than that I have no agenda.

I would like to putz around out in the garage, maybe straighten some shit out and get some stuff put away.

I have a never ending list of shit I would like to get done but zero expectations of actually doing it.

I’m just not going to work for a week.

That alone should go a long ways towards restoring my sanity and taking the edge off of my seemingly never ending urge to choke the living shit out of several lazy fucking assholes.

Who knows, I may even roll out of here and go fishing for a day.

The more I think about it, the more it sounds EXACTLY  like what I need to do.

Get the fuck away from everything and everybody. Some peace and fucking quiet, just enjoying natures beauty and maybe a nice bologna sandwich.

I’m a simple guy.

I like simple things.

Like telling the world to simply shut the fuck up for a few minutes.

 

10 thoughts on “One More Day

  1. No flies on you. A guy like you Phil, who works with such gusto, or dedication and determination, has earned beyond any definition of the concept of paying ones dues, the luxury to do absolutely nothing for the sake of it.

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  2. taking the edge off of my seemingly never ending urge to choke the living shit out of several lazy fucking assholes.

    I thought I was the only one that has to deal with that
    enjoy the time off

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  3. Sounds like you need some Nitro-cellulose Therapy. Go to a range take a variety of weapons and shoot. For stress relief i take a 30 round magazine and point the rifle down range and let’er rip. Repeat as necessary. Stress disappears after a magazine or two.

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