Holes
It’s been 6 months since the last time I got laid. Even then it wasn’t anything to write home about. Needless to say frustration doesn’t begin to describe my mood. And work, work today was a joke. If it could go wrong it did. So here I am at seven thirty – a full two and half hours after I should of clocked out, climbing from my vehicle and trudging up my walk. You. You are upstairs banging away on lord only knows with your hammer and nails. Sometimes I think you do it to annoy me. Others…I...