Oh the humanity...

Well this has got to be short, yet again. Basically I'm just virtually waving at y'all this morning, because The Man (BOOO) has successfully innundated me with enough work to bring me to tears. It also doesn't help that my hands feel numb, yet somehow on fire in the palms, wrists, and elbows. This definitely threatens to be one hell of a day. In a bad way, that is. So if I'm lucky and can escape the cold, clammy hands of The Man, I'll be back to harass you all. If not, then you know how to behave until my triumphant return (or something like that). By the way, I just gave Jr. money. It seems like $200 goes a long way as a birthday present. So, my subjects, I must now delve deeply and fearlessly into the firy, burning, stanky, and dusty hell known as work. In closing, I'll holla. And I'm out.