December 06, 2004

no title, this

[start of whinge]

the minute i parked myself inside the cubefarm this morning, a sudden wave of rigor mortis sneaked up on moi unawares. but not before crippling my logical thought processing unit.

i'm on auto-pilot mode as we speak.

this is not good. after all the supremely idiotic gaffer's on leave from work today and tomorrow, so i should be chuffed to bits. i could do my business stuff openly without giving a fuck if anyone's looking.

oh well.

[end whinge]

as enscribed by the letter b @ December 6, 2004 08:35 AM

i shall to my heart's content :)

as blahed by the letter b @ December 6, 2004 03:21 PM

It's Monday, go for it...whinge away.

as blahed by sidekick @ December 6, 2004 03:02 PM
yer six pences' worth s'il vous plaît:









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