It's Monday.....enough said.

13 Minutes until files are completely transferred to my newly purchased hard drive. Then my bags will be officially packed and I'll be ready to leave this place. The time to move on has been long overdue and now that its rapidly approaching I'm getting antsy. You would think that being the professional procrastinator that I am I would be trying to put this off until, oh, I don't know, the 5th of whenever I get to it, check the calendar but I think thats a Wednesday.

I suppose that as I've grown up I've gotten less patient with waiting for the inevitable to happen. Now I'm more like, I know its coming, let's just get this ordeal over and done with so that I can move onto more important things, like staying up to date on the pivotal Gyllenspoon situation as well as discovering that duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors (that would just be senseless violence otherwise, right?)

There's just no point in dragging out this mess. In fact, it makes lugging my where-did-the-weekend-go-so-fast-ass into work more and more difficult every week. But I'm here and the thought that gets me through the day? "At least I don't have this guy's job"