I am a fucking idiot surrounded by fucking idiots.
I have bust a gut to make the advertising for H.I.'s exhibition as easy as possible for every fucker who is making money out of it - supply artwork, etc. - and every fucker has got it wrong to one degree or another.
The most expensive magazine has placed it in the wrong issue, and if it were not for me supplying the dates which would have told them what issue it ought to have gone in if the fucking idiots had looked at it, I am sure they would have got those wrong too.
The people who printed the banner have got the two lines of text out of centre by half an inch over 6 feet - which is quite a lot, actually - but it is too late to get them to do it again.
The fucking accountants were supposed to pay me today, and they fucking didn't, and my car decided to stop working on the way to collect the banner.
I AM FUCKING PISSED OFF, AND I AM NOT BLAMING THE FUCKING SUPER-MOON!
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