Work is No Fun

Dreary days are not meant to be spent at some obnoxious, overly-flourescent entertainment store, even if it is YOUR entertainment superstore. They should be spent curled up in bed, reading and drinking flavourful tea. (The 'u' is there to denote sophistication, by the way. A little trick I learned from my aussie mates.) However, with a little drizzle of rain pattering away on my window, a recently acquired book sitting on the table, and a bag of tea aching to be brewed, I depart for work. Sucks to be me.

Rain, rain, deign to stay
Stick around 'til I can play
I hate to be briefly away
Hi, ho Hastings up, up, and away.

Lousy money.

-Falcon out