i don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
that about sums it up. it will just be another day of client complaints and technology gaffes beyond my control and general internet mayhem, and i’d just as soon not be a part of it all, thank you very much.
i think i’d rather enter a completely improbable, yet convenient, star-trek temporal anomaly and jump to thursday, where i will be on the road…on my way to a four-day vacation with dad and bike and lots of nothing, if that’s what i want (and i do).
unfortunately, we don’t live in the 24th century, and i have to finish this web site about pimple goo. how utterly realistic.
reality can be such a harsh mistress….