Friday Night Blights

A pox on thee, UPS. I eagerly await the arrival of my shiny new Marantz PMD-660, which will revolutionize the way I, ever the narcissist, will listen the sound of my lovely voice. I need it. I can't sleep without hearing me. Yet you plot to keep it from me. It was supposed to be in my hands yesterday, but now I will have to wait until Monday, because your lazy-fuck driver didn't leave the "Sorry we missed you" form on my door. Not that I believe he even came by.

Fuckers.