I was in a mood to be irritated so I went to Katie’s where the B-Team was working. I hate Sunday’s at Katie’s, but it scratched and itch that I had. I have been here an hour and I am totally irritated.
At least I am sitting next to Whitnaaay.
The Midget wants me to write about her. I have no reason to. Aside from being diminutive there is nothing particularly special about her. I need more material to work with. Midgets are just like regular people.
There is a guy behind me who looks like he just walked out of 1974. I mean the disco version. I have decided to stop staring at him.
Instead, I am going to order a muffuletta.
Someone lost a shoe.
Stay tuned…