Nothing gives me joy on a Monday morning then declining every single meeting I’ve been invited to, especially when the number of declines is greater than the number of fingers on my right hand. (Incidentally, I also get a lot of joy from saying, “Yes, I did just talk about Peter Cetera masturbating.” But I just found that out right now).
Today I get to put on Kathleen Turner Overdrive, turn it up as loud as it goes, and ignore everyone I work with. I love days like this. Days so busy that all I can really do is write, write, and write a little more and hope it all gets done. It’s good because it takes my mind off my election-day eve anxiety.
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You have no idea how it makes my eyes burn to see the words….Peter, Cetera, and masturbating in succession.
Or maybe you do have an idea.
Your eyes burn with excitment when you think of Peter Cetera masturbating?
Let’s not forget who’s imagination came up with the concept of Peter Cetera masturbating.
I’m talking about you.