I played hockey from the factory yesterday to take care of some business. I didn't do any of it. There are so many tasks lying before me I can't concentrate. I MUST do them today. No choice. I am a lazy assed bum, but a cute and creative one, I think. I can do the sweet things. I want to leave the rest to others.
But that is not what happens today. I must take the "bump" out of "bump and grind." The old, grim grind.