“Doom to you.”
“Doom to you as well, good sir.”
Doom to the President.
Doom to the other political party.
Doom to blacks.
Doom to whites.
Doom to athletes.
Doom to your neighbor.
Doom to government.
Doom to the police.
Doom to & from the media.
Doom to the climate and environment.
Doom doom doom.
Doom from Covid.
Doom for or not for wearing a mask and social distancing.
Doom during the day.
Doom during the night.
Doom to the United States.
Doom to other countries.
Doom backwards is MOOD.
The mood around here is always doom.
Have you had your doom today?
If not, have a great doom today!
Perhaps I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Ever have one of those days where you just wanna punch everyone?
After a week or so of built up frustration, this morning just feels like I wanna pick fights just so I can punch someone.
I won’t, of course. I am not an animal and I do have some self-control.
And I pretty much work alone, all day in my garage, so there really won’t be any harm inflicted on anyone.
But good golly, I just wanna break stuff.
I am tired of people. I don’t even see that many people most days. But I am still tired of them.
I can understand why people like to live off grid. Away from other people. Away from society. I might not like the complete isolation, but it sure can be appealing at times.
Watch your face. And I’ll watch mine.
It’s been crazy busy at work of the last two weeks. Like no time to think, not time to breathe busy…
I think I hit my wall yesterday and today isn’t looking any better.
Today, I just “Don’t Wanna Do Squat” (you can replace the S-word with whatever you like, but this is almost a family show here….). I just wanna sit and veg out and just not do any work. I’ve had enough. I wanna check out. Cab please!
There has to be a solution for this feeling. Oh yeah, it’s called being wealthy.
Guess I’ll do more work, reluctantly.