You Can Tell I’m Not In A Good Mood

I hate doing laundry. If there’s one thing I hate more then doing laundry, it’s having to hang my laundry out to dry. Why oh why can’t my friggin clothes just go wash themselves? Isn’t it enough that I had to liberate them from the claws of the store owner? Is it too much to expect for them to just hop into the washing machine and later hop out onto the clothes line?
Where was I?
Oh yes. Refer to the strip above. The image above summarizes how I feel every morning when I wake up and drag my ass out of bed into the bathroom, subsequently into the my clothes and then kitchen for breakkies and the off to work. I have this horrible feeling that while I’m at work, everybody else is having a gay time. One day I’ll somehow wake up late and discover that my worst fears are true – everybody is having a gay time while I’m off doing my faceless salaryman thing.
The whole day is wasted. On meetings. On projects that go nowhere. On things that will never ever really matter. With people that don’t ever want to paint a self-portrait. So I can earn a living. To pay the bills. And be a useful member of society. The whole day is wasted.
Where’s my whiskey?
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