May 312007
some weeks just seem made of days that conspire against you. I am now in one of those weeks.
Grumble.
More on this theme when bullets stop flying over my head.
I am the rocket ship that blasts the bit that takes you to the stars
some weeks just seem made of days that conspire against you. I am now in one of those weeks.
Grumble.
More on this theme when bullets stop flying over my head.
Breathe! Dammit! BREATHE!
Well, the week is over. Here’s hoping your week wasn’t as bad as mine.
Brutha, my week can’t hold a candle to yours. Though honestly one of the things that made my week just a hair worse is *your* bad news. Not that I’m worried about you, you’ll land on your feet, but I hate it when my employer lets the obvious keepers go for the wrong reasons.