I feel ya, man. I watched a 90-minute movie on Tubi last night and had to sit thru, like, 2 ad breaks. And each one was like 30 seconds! Totally not the same thing you’re talking about, I’m sure. But seriously, fuck that shit.
My doctor sends me to a specialist. I go to this specialist and get the issue I was dealing with taken care of. Or so I thought. This morning, my doctor called me and told me that I need to call that specialist because they didn’t send some paperwork or something. No. Not my problem. Your problem. Do your fucking job. I have no control over what this place did or didn’t send you.
Good luck, sir!
I have absolutely no clue what I may be eating tonight.
EDIT: My dinner dilemma has been solved. Chicken nuggets and mac & cheese…..because everyone cares.
Weather’s nice here today. But I only got about 3-4 hours of sleep last night. I don’t even know why I made this thread. I don’t feel much like posting either.