Fuck

I had plans. It was all laid out. I was going to fix this really nice watch from 1880 that I've had on my workbench for nearly a YEAR.

All I have to do is install a new balance staff, install some misc teeny tiny parts, do some really fussy balancing and weight checking on the oscillating bits and be done.

Fuck me. The new parts aren't correct. Oh well, it's not like I was in a hurry to get it going again.

FUCK!
 
About once a week we get the computer scam call. Generally I swear a lot at the Windows scam caller and make disparaging comments about his sexual practices (the tone of my voice when I say words like "cocksucker" express the disbarring judgment I'm delivering).

Today I took a lot of time and engaged him and his questions dragging out the call so far that HE called me a mother-fucker and hung up. I feel happier then I should right now. :D :D :D





Fuck those people and the horse they rode in on....
 
F.......

...UUUUCCCKKKK

The cold and that fucking fucked sickness
 

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