rejectomorph | Kvetch, kvetch!

Blah, Tuesday. Tuesday morning, I have to stay up late to put the trash out. I can't put it out the night before, because raccoons and stray dogs like to pop the cans open, turn them over, and strew the trash up and down the street. So, I wait until the first light and put the can out, just before the truck arrives. Then I get to sleep late, and wake up late, and spend the afternoon and evening trying to catch up with myself. I never get anything done on Tuesday.

By the way, gay sheep. (Link stolen from weetanya.)