Biscuits

The weekend was spent in pain and suffering, and I didn’t enjoy any of it. Today, the insides of my head are mush.

The garage texted this morning, saying I should pick up Henry. This was an immense task and required all of my powers of concentration and focus. It also required me to get out of my pit bed.

The people that send car parts to the garage sent the wrong car parts, so the garage did what they could without them, and I’m to take him back next week. Henry yet again turns into a saga.

I’m going back to my pit bed.