We're locked in and locked down.
Most of us.
Streets are quiet. It's nice.
It's nice to wake up this way.
Then the neighbors are having their tree chopped down.
Enter the woodchipper.
How is this an essential business?
Good fucking grief.
Not only am I worried about work, money, and going a little depressed through analyzing and reexamining life, I have to listen to this fucking awful barreling of machinery and wood getting chopped up.
Good fucking grief, you fuck heads.
Thanks for making matters worse.