Still no frakking hot water. My mother's boyfriend was supposed to fix it. HA! It is to laugh.
So, tomorrow, a plumber is being called. I hope.
On a more salubrious note, while I cannot swear yet whether Rocky is actively helping me at work, hypnosis certainly is; that is to say, training with a trance state is certainly useful when taking burgers from the freezer, putting them on the grill, pushing the button, waiting for the *DING*, removing the burgers to the holding cabinet, taking burgers from the freezer, putting them on the grill...
Ye Thrones and Powers, if I hadn't been building up the Jock as a bulwark of stupidity, I'd have quit or shot myself by now. So, YAY STUPIDITY!
Meanwhile, the stupidity of others still vexes me. Maybe I should watch less news, more Sportscenter. It's a sad day when I have to hide behind Rocky or listen to Nancy Grace(that women is a blasphemy against the very concept of Juris Prudence, but never mind). I'll take Rocky any day, though.
Later, bros.