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thehefnerMaybe it's the customer who was so fat that when he walked into the store he knocked stacks of Archie comics off their shelves, making me feel a tad like Al Bundy at the shoe store.
Maybe it's the weekly appearance of our store's Cat Piss Man. Since, after all, every comic/gaming/video store has its very own Cat Piss Man.
Maybe it's the exasperation at the inexplicable sight of watching, twice in a row now, as people order mayo on their tuna subs. Mayo on tuna? The tuna itself is more mayo than tuna as it is?! You want mayo with your mayo, sir?!
Maybe it's the fact that the only season of X-Files that my video store owns is Season Eight, of all the fucking seasons of X-Files, thus denying me the chance to rent the brilliant Season Six episode with Bruce Campbell.
Maybe it's the tiredness and the ever-present threats of illness that have sapped my energy, or maybe I'm finally getting the "Davids family depression" that's hit my mother in a huge, crippling way and has plagued my brother.
Maybe it's this lack of energy that renders me unable to become Johnny Go and pretend that I'm not missing people I shouldn't be missing, or being jealous of people of whom I shouldn't waste my time being jealous.
Ever get one of those days where, for no particular tangible reason, it just doesn't even feel worth cursing Richards?
Maybe it's the weekly appearance of our store's Cat Piss Man. Since, after all, every comic/gaming/video store has its very own Cat Piss Man.
Maybe it's the exasperation at the inexplicable sight of watching, twice in a row now, as people order mayo on their tuna subs. Mayo on tuna? The tuna itself is more mayo than tuna as it is?! You want mayo with your mayo, sir?!
Maybe it's the fact that the only season of X-Files that my video store owns is Season Eight, of all the fucking seasons of X-Files, thus denying me the chance to rent the brilliant Season Six episode with Bruce Campbell.
Maybe it's the tiredness and the ever-present threats of illness that have sapped my energy, or maybe I'm finally getting the "Davids family depression" that's hit my mother in a huge, crippling way and has plagued my brother.
Maybe it's this lack of energy that renders me unable to become Johnny Go and pretend that I'm not missing people I shouldn't be missing, or being jealous of people of whom I shouldn't waste my time being jealous.
Ever get one of those days where, for no particular tangible reason, it just doesn't even feel worth cursing Richards?
