why I don’t like this shirt

I was trying to remember when I got this shirt on this morning why I don’t like wearing it, and now that I am typing I know – the buttons bang and rattle on the keyboard in a most distracting way.

All the things that are bugging me right now I can’t talk about because a) the inertnet is forever b) I should be talking to the people who are bugging me rather than sandbagging them c) nobody really cares given THEIR general level of ickiness and d) adults are supposed to actually reflect upon their woes in private; it’s one of the things that makes an adult.

Then, after sober reflection you figure out which one of your friends-for-hire you should talk to about it.

The last showcase is Friday. I thank everybody who’s coming and advise you that if you really want a seat you’d better get there by 7:45.