the other day (a particularly miserable day, of course) i rounded the backside of a full-sized van to get to my car to find the hood and windshield covered in bird shit. just my car. huge splotches and long streaks of white. it looked more like someone had tried to play jackson pollock, and phineas was the canvas.
so i ended work feeling shat upon literally as well as figuratively.
and yes, i know. it’s funny. i am almost to the point where i can laugh about it.
i would show you a picture, but i’m not allowed to touch my mac for another five days because i have no willpower.
pray that i can get to sunday. pray for good.