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No Oh man, no gumption. Not at all interested in having a job anymore. I want to stay at home, stay in bed in the comfortable cool mornings, go outside to look at my garden, compete in sporting events and take naps. I don't want to work at my godforsaken job anymore. No more. I got out my air conditioner and got it in the window, although it's not in all the way. It's terrifying putting this very very heavy metal box through a second-floor window. It will surely go crashing down! I'll lose my grip! So many things could happen! Fuck, man, I need to put it out the last two inches and that's the scariest part. I had chicken wings for lunch, honey barbecue, and they were not good. Should have had a sandwich. Last things to do to reach adulthood: ukulele, and quit job.
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