“… Why bother with newspapers, if this is all they offer? Agnew was right. The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits — a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo cage.”

— Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

The visiting parent is gone, I’m unwinding from the week of hell work stress, D.C. is cold and rainy and generally icky and I’m in the mood for a big-ass roast with carrots tonight.

And I refuse to get dressed today.

I’m being visited by a parental unit and undergoing a nervous breakdown.

These two events are in no way related.