The Indignity of the PTQ
In the process of falling off the gravy train, I decided to go to a PTQ. This was a bad idea for several reasons:
– It meant getting up early
– I always work Saturday nights in a bar until 5am
– PTQ-ing would mean I’d have to cough up my last 25 Euros I originally had reserved for buying, you know, food
– It involved actually going to a PTQ
