...on catching one's breath

oooof.

just booked airfare for the gun show.

you know, i haven't been the stop and smell the roses sort.

but i thought i'd catch my breath.

you see the bastard got moved up in the world.

and while he has come to the conclusion that he will never really get to enjoy any of his promotions careerwise,

that he can stop and take a breath and think, "what fresh hell have i gotten myself into now?"

oh well,

things could be worse.

the bastard needs some sleep.

more to come when i actually have material.

—the bastard