Rubber plastic kinked wiring up running away in the way tripping yanking pulling breaking snagging snap! Juice lines into the stuff that keeps commerce piped into my home office home away from in-house work in covitine country damn it. In the expected accepted customary place of co-operwork these lethargic sizzle snakes hide behind the curtain. Here at household irregular work there is no curtain no place no way to make order from the chaos of life separated from co-hateful hopefuls at the bureau of pointless projects. Charged up lighting up running up humming up for productivity that comes nary near never. But here, trip and fall is preordained. Breakage will ensue. Extension cords. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?