Two of My Least Favorite Things.
I am doing real work at the moment, making real money, not the chump change I pocket writing these letters tossed into the void of history. I need to take a brief interlude and get up to some monkeyshines. You know how it goes. All work and no play makes Mr. King a dull boy. Let us waste a half hour, shall we, you and I?
I did not mean to disrupt that couple’s meal. Nor did I mean to cause any commotion in my wake. Move like water. Sometimes, the lake gets choppy and the river runs high.
It is good to see the A-Team. You know it is Thursday. The A-Team works on Thursdays. So does Punk Barbie. So does Cha-Cha, later, technically on Friday.
The future is impossible to predict but I predict happiness in the short term. Long term? Laissez les bon temps rouler!
My least favorite thing to do is scut work, but which I mean mindless repetitive work that needs doing. What is my favorite thing to do? It is not talking to you, but, talking to you is in the top ten. Welcome to my world.
Let me tell you about what happened before I get back to my least favorite thing to do.