When I came across this photo I thought, "Yeah bud, I know how you feel. Been there, done that."
Some days I wake up and I just can't seem to dislodge my head from my ass all day. Wake up inserted hard and go to bed with the same shitty outlook. I sometimes wonder if others start their days like this. Is it me? Or do we all have days like this?
Nevermind the forest. When I find my vision blocked in such a manner, I can't even see the trees. Taking Life with philosophical resignation is not on today's menu. No sirree. I am determined to have myself a wonderfully shitty day.
So I get up and look for a cat to kick. Leave the seat up, leave the bed unmade, and lay my plans to bring gloom and disaster to my day. And like a exclamation point to my carefully planned negative getaway, I step on a cat killed woodsie creature trophy crumpled and bloody at the front door. "Just Bleepin great."
My shoulders droop and a disgusted sigh escapes as tiny varmit bones crunch under my flip flops. Like a dead man walking, I slowly shuffle down the drive to fire up the truck that will deliver me to the day's Hell.
Be careful what you wish for.