Work Is Being A Butthead
This last week I haven’t been blogging as much as I would like because of an upcoming deadline/meeting for my day job, which is the only reason that I would be awake at such a ridiculous hour on a Sunday [daylight savings time today! put clocks an hour back] when I would obviously much rather be in my bed for another three or four hours. My bed gets me, man. We have a very special bond. The computer at work? It soooo does not get me. The damn thing keeps filling up with emails and documents and spreadsheets and does absolutely nothing to make me have any choice but resent its existence.
