Oh, and my car is in the shop. Again. The “emergency jumpstart” box in which I invested $50 yesterday makes a lovely discus. Piece of shit. 20 hours of charging for naught. It and that easy button are about as useful as a crocheted thong.
Goddamnit, someone’s eating tuna! Sitting across from the kitchen has very few perks. Today especially.
Does smoking count as breaking the fast?
Ohh yeah. I’m going to have a whole new pile of sins for which to atone by the end of this day.