The Day Is Scrubbed

Fuck you, Amazon, you harbinger of unwanted news. Just this morning I was lying in bed, giddily anticipating the arrival of my Rammstein video compilation. Only five days until it ships. But then I staggered to the laptop and open my inbox, and what to my starry eyes should appear but a notification that the release date has changed, and now my item won't ship until February first. I'm sure there are reasons for this, and perhaps they are good ones, ones that don't involve greed or gross incompetence. I don't care.

The world can go fuck itself today. I will get back on the horse tomorrow.