Don't Let Me Near Your Loved Ones

Today my boss pointed out to me that every single person to whom I delivered a mattress on Friday, died over the weekend. That's 4 whole people who are no longer. Yikes.

If I would quit getting home so late I would write about the walking hazards at the Muse concert, or maybe my attempt to get an Uno shirt from the late 80s. But alas, I'm too tired when I get home to write anything but a very short and very morbid post.