I am exhausted today. Late night for queer tech drinks, then an early start to let the Cockroach Men in. They came an hour and a half late because they had my number wrong and couldn’t get into the complex; the dude was overwhelmed and looked like he was going to burst into tears.
Later, the little bottle of orange juice was structurally unsound and splurted out as I cracked the top. I decanted it into a glass.
It’s sticky fingers Friday.