It's Fry-Day

The work demon has finally caught up with me. I. WANT. TO. BANG. MY. HEAD. No, actually i want to bang someone else's head.

Ah oh well, that's fine. At least it's just nonsense people i have to deal with and not nonsense ways that people deal with their animals.

I haven't been blogging as much as i want here, mainly because my thoughts are centred on work-related frustrations and my never-ending internal struggle. Sometimes i think i'm too hard on myself because i stick to my beliefs like a stickfast flea would to Chester. But then again, if there's nothing we stand and fight for, what is the whole point of living? I'm just not one of those people who can stay nonchalent to unjustifiable acts, like seeing a child kicking a kitten, me getting slammed by a lift door when zilch out of 10 people in the lift bothered to press the bloody door open button, seeing a wrinkly ah ma having to stand onboard the bus while others pretend to sleep etc. Even if i don't have a seat myself to give up, i'll make sure some else does.

Self righteous? Maybe. But so what?

Earlier this morning, Dan welcomed me to "his club" (having 30 emails screaming into your face for a reply. imagine 30 howlers! i should be happy emails are silent) and then went on to say we'll probably need a drink tonight. I so concur man. Thank God for alcohol, tobacco, hot plates and thank God it's friday. Hell yeaaaaaaaah.