Frak me, do I hate going back to the grind after a long weekend. Ugghh. But until I can improve the slave driving situation, thus is life I suppose.
A strange thing it is, working a job you hate because it putting food on the table is the only function it serves. Motivation decreases, and extroversion tends to become introversion. Bah. I’ve been slowly engaging in the process of updating various bits of the blahg (links, pages and the like). Then the truth sinks in. I barely talk to anyone left on my blahgroll. I know that’s got to change. I’m rambling. So I’m surfing the blahgosphere to see what is out there and what has changed.
Then I found this, surfing to My Two Cents from Taj’s blahg. Cats That Look Like Hitler. Frak me running.
This one is my favourite, though.
Interdum vos ut volvo ferrus six.
