A
seemingly normal day gave way to
chaos around 6AM when I started work.
Foolish me, I still have a job that's more
gruntwork than
brainwork. And yet, they expect me to be in at 5AM next saturday and sunday.
Bloody hell, are they TRYING to make me
quit?
Besides that, my day went pretty well as planned. That is to say, I didn't plan anything. Ah, bliss.
Right around the closing hours of the bar known as February 12, 2000, I suddenly felt quite bitter and sarcastic over nothing at all that happened during the day. Censorship Armageddon: Trip to the City was the result. Hm.