Sorry, I fucked up.

If you’re seeing this, sorry. I totally fucked up.

Turns out I somehow tabbed off the main typing area here on WordPress, pressed tab a bunch more times trying to work out what I was doing, hit Enter and accidentally published an article I was writing. That article happened to be the 2000 post celebratory article. I mean, out of ALL the articles I could have accidentally published, it had to be that one. So I’ve had to go through all our social media and delete the articles. But I can’t go through and delete the article emails that you’ve all probably sent. Which is why I’m writing an entire article about it.

So yeah, sorry. False alarm. 2000th article is about 2 weeks away. We’re close, but no cigar.

But since I have your attention, I might as well go on. Because today’s basically one massive fuck up.

Firstly the weather is a massive fuck up. Okay it’s not Greece levels of horrible winds and high heat combined with fires that have destroyed villages levels of bad. That’s absolutely awful. Really horrible. Actually made me sad. That’s a horrible thing to happen and it kinda scares me because that could totally happen to me based on where I live. There’s no wind today but it feels like 40C despite being around 32C and it’s hot and humid and horrible and my laptop’s overheating and my phone is being a bastard. In fact brother’s phone has died because of the heat.

Secondly, I can’t remember the fricking details for Google Plus. I know no one uses that shit anyway (less than even our essentially unused Facebook and Tumblr accounts) but I gotta delete that damn post, because WordPress automatically posts to it, same way it posts to Discord, Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook.

Thirdly my connection keeps on breaking. Which is what made the original fuck up of accidentally posting an article even worse.

Fourthly, my blood sugar is fucked up. Hypos fucking suck. It’s like being drunk but worse.

Fifthly, work kinda sucks right now. I got both a ton of work that needs doing. The heat makes me not want to work and the hypos kinda make it impossible to concentrate.

Sixthly, I hate Social Media. It takes forever to fucking load and that’s no good when you’re in a hurry.

Seventhly, my cats are being bastards. Let me stroke you and stop trying to bite me. You act like you want strokes but when I do you get all angry. Bastards. I love them really, but gah.

There IS one good thing though.

Part of my work includes putting together a local magazine that gets published and given out around where I live. This month though they were in need of an article for one of their sections, so, uh, I offered a Daily SPUF article. One of the SPUFood ones, actually. I mean I had to edit it to make sure it fits but still, published stuff.

Then again, anyone can get published these days. It’s piss easy. Maybe it’ll actually be an achievement if/when I ever publish a book.

Oh well.

Sorry to bother you lot. Proper articles coming soon.