Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
i found the answer to one of the most profound questions that has bothered mankind. there is NO life after vacation. if one does exist, then its not worth living.more on this later. now i have to go to work. why? i don't know.