It’s 5 o’clock in the morning and I’m sitting at work. “Why?” Would be a logical question, a question that I’d like answered as well. The only reason I can think of that I’d be at work at this insanely early hour is that someone didn’t have the foresight or the know-how to do something right the first time or anytime for that matter and my shop is now picking up the pieces. No one will ever know how we jumped through our hind-ends to unfuddle someone’s mess but in the end we’ll be exhausted and sleep deprived and their event will have gone off without a hitch. Another deed washed into the abyss of unnoticed or unrepayed deeds. Fun Stuff.
Early…Way Too Fl*pp*n’ Early