30 minutes to go....and then

[Professor Cool]

I finally get off my double shift of work. I have been up for the past 45 hours doing nothing but work and driving to give my brother who lives 3 hours downsate a fax machine. In my youth, this seemed like lightweight stuff and I could stay up well pass this time. But now I can barely pick up videos and put them on the shelves.

10 minutes ago, my brother calls and tells me that I got the wrong fax machine and needs me to go down there again to bring down the right one and take the wrong one back. And little the baby brother he is, he called our mother in Seattle, so she could persuade me to do it a second time. Just like when I wouldnt play thundercats with him when we were kids.

"MOM! Brandon won't be Snarf."

"Brandon, just act like that stupid pile of fur for a while, god dammit"

I had 30 minutes to go, now I have another 6 to 9 hours to go. Fuck....

Did I mention my brother sounds like Louie Anderson, it freaks me out every time he calls.

[Snatchtastic]

What the fuck? Does your brother have legs? Can't you mail him the fax machine? Go to a mini mart and grab a random handfull of those speed-energy-multi-tasking vitamins, then chase it with 3 RedBulls and get ready for your heart to race like a Lab Rat thats getting shocked in the ass.

[Professor Cool]

"My hands are tied"
"Then how can you pick up the fucking phone"
"Come'on you know what I mean"
"No I don't"
"Look I'll call you back"

He's paying me 300 bucks for the fax machine. So it isn't a total loss. I'm asking for another 100 now. The thing I do to please my family.

I gotta go now, Fuck.....