I didn't make it to the Green Manalishi. You're right Prol, so much grate shit.

Looks like I'm going to be chained to my desk tonight.
Because some yahoo who isn't even my client
and who is working overseas
can't find his own ass with both hands and a GPS.

And the only booze in the house right now is a half bottle of a white wine I don't even like.

I made a friend promise to bring me a beer if my day reaches the 12 hour mark.

Sadly, I spend 4 nights a week chained to a desk that I share with a fat, messy man who works an earlier shift.

I try not to think about it too much. . . At least he's been gone long enough for the chair to cool down before I arrive to sit on it.

Fucking graveyard fucking shift.

Just feeling sorry for myself.

I think I feel a little better now. . .

At least it's only four nights a week. I try to limit my inane gig to that too. Now I'm home sipping on a particularly fine verte.

Started with a 'Batemaster wheat, now on to the Red Currant.

All this absinthe, and I'm eating beer.

Go finger...

There's a word to describe that.

Stupid?

That'll work.

Stupid usually does.


Worse, we usually work for them.