Huh. This again.
Man, am I glad somebody reminded me it was Hallowe’en. I saw a helpdesk nerd go by my cubicle with CD’s taped all over his shirt and thought somebody’d slipped mescaline into the water cooler.
This’ll be short and pointless. My trip home was a cascading clusterfuck. There was some boring delay at every stage of the journey. By the time I got home, I’d been at it twenty four hours…an experience I would have laughed away in my youth (ha HA), but rough duty on an elderly weasel. Then a few hours sleep and in to Soulless Incorporated.
My mind is a perfect and absolute blank. Into which I shall now pour alcohol.