To quote the scriptures “No man should carve a hole in his own home, for this is a sinful act punishable by fire and total immasculation. Furthermore, if you have to carve a hole in your own home, do it at Seven O’Clock so God will be busy watching primetime television and won’t notice.”
That’s real scripture. Look it up.
Beyond that, nothing to say. So go away.
A short tale about a little boy and the tree in his back yard.
Giants are real! It turns out they’re twenty feet tall and live in castles with doors too small for them to get out. That’s why you haven’t met any giants.
Anyhow, I am totally enjoying not being at work for a while. But I’ve now hit the days where I would have been off anyway and realize how much I really, really just don’t want to go back. But I’ve said enough about that, I’m sure.
Haiku!
Brigands in the cave!
Don’t walk past the cave, you fool.
They want to rob you.
I don’t know how to fix Contains2. The Internet doesn’t like me. And since Marq has zero interest in looking into it, I guess it’s just screwed. How fun for me.
I have the next five nights off. Now, it isn’t as awesome as it sounds considering that two of those days I have to spend at some stupid safety course and two more of those nights are my usual weekend off, but I have to admit I am very pleased to be away from the company for the longest break I’ve had in FIVE YEARS. I really don’t want to go back. Or to the course…
I do intend to get some new writing done, but I brought back a Contains2 article today because the subject matter, traveling has been on my mind of late. I wish I could do some, but I’m not. It makes me sad. I also wants to quit my job. But I’m not. It makes me sad. I’m sad.
I’ve taken to looking at want ads in the paper and on the Internets. None of the jobs appeal to me. Looking up the various charities in the city I see very few jobs that I am qualified for (ie. I don’t have the degrees and stuff), would want to do (ie. I’d have to talk to people and crap) or are in the city (apparently Montreal is in desperate need of people working with charities, though). Looking at jobs that aren’t with charities, I just get depressed about this world we have going on.
I’ve been very mopey this last while. It’s all really pathetic.
I’ll think of something tomorrow.
