I am depressed as fukk.
This week started off sh!t, I had to bring my daughter to a concert in Boston last night dull of teenage angst, so this morning, the only thing that made this sh!t bearable was the knowing for the 3 and a half hours home I would get to listen to the show live for the first time in a couple of months. I planned the sh!t out, let the kid sleep in so I could leave right at nine to listen to the local hour. We ended up leaving at like 845 so I could stop for coffee, listened to the a few minutes of Mike and Mike to hear what Stugotz' takes where gonna be, and throw on the local hour. I hear some "sports radio" folks on, and was like wtf, but I have had issues with the tickets stream before, so i just figured it was fukking up, so whatever. I was a little behind on the "serial" episodes, so I caught up, that brought me to 10, threw on the live stream, and I hear Iggy and whoever the fukk. Im driving and Im discombobulated and I'm fukking furious. What a fukking mess. I listen religiously, and I didn't hear them mention vacation at all, which is fukked up to me. I get that Dan and them are "anti-establishment" and like to fukk with the fans, but they should give us a heads up on that sh!t so we can plan around it. I would have downloaded a book on audible or some sh!t.
