Tonight we dine in hell.
Well, to be technical Hell begins later this morning. My least favorite – but most remunerative – recurring paying gig kicks off for the next three days, making arsenic caps for GC Guy.
If all goes according to plan about fourteen of the next 72 hours will be spent in unutterable boredom, and then I’ll be able to afford my next ophthalmologist appointment.
To fortify myself for the ordeal I’ve got fried potatoes & onions, fried Spam, fried (fresh-laid) eggs, fried (almost-fresh-baked) bread – I should be dead of hardened arteries before I get my boots on, if the health nazis are telling the truth. Which so far has not been indicated.