Not a good morning (Update)

Since I've gotten out of bed, things have not been going well. First of all, I was roused from my sleep by fucking door-to-door salesmen or some fucking charity, ringing my doorbell like it's some kind of fucking musical instrument that they're determined to master before they leave. Fuck!!
I've also had some serious laundry issues-- I may reserve this story for my initial collection of miserable fucking anecdotes. Needless to say, laundry is the bane of my existence, especially today.

Once again, I have found myself paddle-less in the creek of shit. I wonder how many stories I would need to fall from in order to ensure death? I've jumped from the top of my house like six times already this morning, but all I've wound up with is a twisted ankle and grass stains. I knew I should have bought a bigger house.

*********Update*************

Okay, maybe things aren't as bad as they seemed. I've had two showers and something to eat since my last post, so I'm feeling a hell of a lot better. Not very energetic, mind you--just better. I did not have to help my brother today (he called and cancelled about noon) and it's been a relatively quiet day. Laundry is finally fucking done. I've been trying to read Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night, but it's a struggle right now. I'm somewhat disappointed that I can't think up anything witty to say, but my mind is a bit mushy right now. So this is a very boring update. Except for this part, anyway.

Remember when I said I had door-to-door salesmen bugging me this morning? I was wrong, as evidenced by the propaganda left on on my front porch.



















Who is Jesus Christ? I really don't know. But I can tell you this--He's got a damn fine perm. This must have been while he was singing with the Oak Ridge Boys. Any other suggestions? This Jesus really looks familiar, doesn't he?