Late breakfast

Prairie Oysters. Photo from seriouseats.com

I should be working now. But I'm just sitting here, blogging my way through waiting. They are asking for my allowance back. Apparently I have to return the money they gave me since I wasn't able to fill in 7 days in my work place. I really wanted to ask them if they are paying me for each day spent and if the work week I signed up for actually has seven working days. 

I wonder what'll happen if I ask them for the time I could've spent with my family. I mean, they DID steal a few off days from me. I'm not whining. I'm just asking what is due.

I am sitting here. Waiting. I am typing with my laptop. I think it's frying my balls. My gonads. My mojo. My babymakers. I wonder, how much will they pay for them? Once I get cancer of hairy testicles.

I'm just wondering. About my balls, is all.