I don’t think I’ve ever been so terminally bored at work. Like, I might actually just nod off to sleep and not come back, since my mind has decided it can’t take any more of it.

The worst.

The absolute FUCKING worst.

Although, I suppose it could be worse. I could work in a sewer, or with other people’s shit or something.

I get enough of that with our dogs and cats.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 1726 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Anyone, Charles Soule
Comics: Invincible 126-128, Tech Jacket v2 12
Music: Hacks | Official Playlist, Various (I really wanted this to be better, because the actual soundtrack was so good)