Getting Plastered

It was 9am and I was starving. I wondered what the heck was going on, until it dawned on me that I had gotten up at 2am, and ate breakfast then. What? You don’t ever have early mornings when life has harshed your Zen? Did some small ‘rithmetic in my head and came to the conclusion that it was well past lunch time and dang near cocktail hour. Since the wife’s no longer here, life’s become a senseless blur. And with that happy thought, I made a command decision to save some steps and drink my lunch while working.

Oh, 39 plaster cracks on the wall, 39 plaster cracks, I mix up some mud, and give ‘em a rub, and drink yourself a beer,

38 plaster cracks on the wall, 38 plaster… Hang on. This is gonna take more than a 12 pack, isn’t it?

Momma told me there’d be days like today.

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