I am now holding the concept of “irony” as a hostage. I want four million dollars for its safe return. If you do not meet my demands in exactly one month, I will be forced to do insane amounts of damage to it. Trust me, you don’t want that.
Anyway, I’m off to work again. I wasted the pre-work hours talking about comics with Marq and accomplishing little. At least I got to talk about comics… Still… I hate my job.
Meanwhile, if I don’t get my new computer running after I get paid this week, I want someone to shoot me in the leg. For serious.