And because I know you’re totally missing the daily dose of cranky:
One more time, WTF is it with people who burn things for fun? This year’s apparent fire pit addict never starts before 9 pm, either, leaving us coughing and choking right when we’d prefer to, you know, sleep.
In the spirit, however, of failing to attribute to malice what can be credited to thoughtlessness, I’ve decided to assume that said individual must have his dwelling air-conditioned, and thus fails to appreciate how annoying it is to have a house full of smoke. Because I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his own damned house otherwise.
It’s not properly cranky if I’m all nice and forgiving like that, though, is it? I must have used it all up cursing at the templates that needed cursing at earlier today…
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