Sometimes you just wish you didn't have to work.

After a long weekend, where you pretty much smashed your brain into fine mulch, is there really anything worse than going to work on Monday? You know, the kind of trip to the workplace, where you think "Hey, if i get into a minor fender-bender, I could fake whiplash and get out of working today." Or maybe you think, "Hey, if a group of brutish thugs kidnap me, take me back to their lair, pummel and butt-rape the living snot out of me, and leave me for dead, I might be able to get out of work on Tuesday too." Haven't we all wished that would happen to us sometime. I can't be the only one to wish that kind of stuff would happen, can I? Well anyway, unless I get really lucky and and a supercurrent somehow runs through the keyboard and electricutes the living peeps out of me, I guess I have to get back to work. Still holding out hope, Nope. Happier Tuesday everybody.