The annual shaming.

Champagne, champagne...

Excuse #14.

In very many, real ways, I don't write here anymore because too many people I see every day know that this exists. And that right there is what you call... a sticky situation.

So no, I'm not going to droll on about my mundane aversion to work. I'm not going to sob into the keyboard as is my wont. And I'm not going to muse on the obscene nature of our absurd government... because there are too many people doing that already.

No...

What I offer you, is this.

How do you afford all this travel?
I saved up at my job for a few years and then quit. That’s the simple answer.

What I should be doing instead of sitting here. Every night.