You know what I told myself this morning? This Monday is going to be different. Woke up with a pep in my step, a forced awkward smile on my face, and a respectable outlook on life for potentially the first time in 15 years. Figured I'd get mentally prepared for work by dominating the WSJ weekend crossword I stole from the office on Friday. Nothing prepared me for what I saw after a few pages.
What the FUCK is that? A honeycomb puzzle? This shit looks like it has tens of thousands of possibilities in every corner. Rows? Blooms? Just another case of a crossword puzzle designer getting too fancy with it. Patrick Berry just completely left his comfort zone and tried to go for the pizzazz. That extra umph that would make people say, "I never knew how much I hated crossword puzzles until I saw this wildly complicated/borderline impossible alternative." I would respect such a grind, but I spent too much time trying to conceptualize what a "bloom" could possibly be. Still don't know. You're like that guy that tries to go into a dance circle and do some next level shit. Krumpin'. Just stay home Patrick and snap your fingers while moving from side to side.
Monday fell apart quickly.
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Add Commentlooks easy to me. you're just not intellectually competent.
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