this is why there's Wild Turkey
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.10.09
Oh, it must be Thursday. Like Arthur Dent of "The Hitch-hikers's Guide", I've never got the hang of the things. Tonight I left work (in the dark, already) and drifted home after a day spent a) at the gym, which is fine except that after nearly four months I don't thinks it's doing a damn thing for my shoulder, and b) at work, where I had to tell a business partner that my contract was expiring next Friday due to the place's lack of business, and where I learned that we didn't get the contract for the RFP we put in for last month.
But this is why there's Wild Turkey.