2017 237

Next day. nothing new, same old shit new wrapper, barely.

2017 and an internet reliant occupation with an internet connection that can only rival that of the most isolated Pacific Islands is the type of utter and complete bullshit that twists my colon into knots that I get to enjoy five days a week every fucking week until what the fuck ever happens to change it. It's just utter no excuse people fucking suck, bullshit.

Really not in a good mood today, ugh.

Back 9, shorts at Princeton. Seems we will have issue during the week with a couple juvy soccer groups. 3 holes impacted by the time we can get off work and get there.

Nothing TV, comics instead.

Very cool moroccan beef dinner from Chef Teri.