Flight rescheduled to go home a day early. Woo-hoo!

I thought I was a workaholic, but it's 8pm and I'm still stuck on site because my coworker keeps fiddling with one goddamn thing. And if I don't get some food soon, I'm gonna start fucking slitting throats. I do not do this whole 8am to 8pm thing with no goddamn lunch break very well. /end rant.

I got zero kind words if this is true.

Pro tip, if you want to make your physical site work a lot more challenging, roll the ever loving fuck out of your ankle. I feel so fucking retarded right now.

There's something about the weird ticky tacky perfectly maintained suburbia vibe that makes me feel uncomfortable as hell. Current Airbnb is in one such neighborhood. It *to* perfect here. Grass is to green, people are to nice. Its weird.

Fuck me this really is the land of corn.

Ketchup. So my toms dont go bad while im out on a work trip. #foodstr

Stupid Indian summer. It should not fucking be 30 degrees in October.