Morning fuckers.
Am in no mood for work today.
I keep looking at the clocking wondering what time I should leave to be 15 minutes late. Why 15 minutes I've no idea. And what it's the point in being late. If I'm going to be late may as well make it a good hour or so.
But even you, gentle reader, know that I will not be late. I know I will not be late. I know it so much that I've time this entry perfectly to end in a few seconds so I can leave the house.
Buhbye.
P.S. Here's Evan Wade to cheer me up again.
Still, he's not a patch on my Brad.