Oh oh. Tomorrow is the last day of the month.
I have been putting off doing that horrible thing that I screwed up.
I am doomed.
I have one day to correct it.
What if I don’t do it?
Let’s just say it slipped my mind.
I completely forgot to do it.
I don’t remember a thing after I killed the son of a bitch. Oh no, that’s another story.
I should go in, bite the bullet and bare my soul, face the consequences, feel the burn.
I should not have procrastinated.
I am an idiot, in an idiot’s clothing.
The wolf is at the door.
I hear you knocking, but you can’t come in.
I’m on the highway to hell.
I am a poor excuse for a human being.
It’s Friday tomorrow. It’s D day.
One day left.
What to do?
Oh hell, I am going to do it.
Tomorrow I will face the music.
I will kiss my ass goodbye.
Guilty as charged.
Put me in the dumpster.
I did it.
I left that salad in the refrigerator for 30 days.
I put Oscar’s name on it.
I committed a mortal sin.
And the worst part? Oscar ate it.