I feel I should say something.

You know something?

No matter what, upon writing, or saying, or even thinking that phrase, "I feel I should say something" You instantly lose anything worth saying. It all vanixhes intoo the night sky, like so many puffs of pipe smoke.

'cept, um, Welll...

I worked today...

I learned just why work sucks. You can work all day, as long as you know. But than, your trainer leaves for the day. You try to mix dough in the giant bowl. Like a dough cauldron. It all goes to shxt. Nothing goes the way it went when he did it. Things catch fire. Things become obxcenely sticky and obnoxcious, which so recently, you had seen him quietly slip into a giant plastic baggie.

Now, I know what hating work is...

It's dreading those hours when there's no one to ask "so, how exactly do I cut the dough for twists?"

Tomorrow night is gonna be fine. I just make pizzas, wash dishes, and wipe countertops until 10 pm. but the mornings? Shit no!!


peaxe