Seriously, I'm really trying to find something to FFS!? about.
As you read this I am either:
A) Drunk in a Vietnamese casino, courtesy of the free drinks while gambling 1 cent at a time. No FFS!?
B) Sleeping. In my hotel room. A room that is all mine. No FFS!?
C) Trying not to use a faux Asian accent while haggling in a market/shop. No FFS!?
D) Drinking my way through the $1 cocktail list, in a race against time (the end of Happy Hour). No FFS!?
E) Sleeping. In a massive bed that is all mine, with pristine white sheets that do not sport suspicious stains or
texta. No FFS!?
F) Eating my body weight in delicious food prepared by someone who is not me, and who has far better knife skill
and enough patience to cook a multi-course meal that doesn’t involve a microwave. No FFS!?
G) Sleeping. In silence. No TV permanently blaring Spongebob or sports. No FFS!?
H) A combination of all of the above. No FFS!?
The only single thing of FFS-worthy note that I can think to whine about, is the fact that I am coming home tomorrow night. FFS!?
I promise you I will do better next week.