Friday, January 20

there goes another one

Friday, the last day of my summer holidays, and the rage levels are about 90%. I like my job, but I wanted more from the hols and now it's too late. Dying probably feels like this but worse.

Thank goodness for the small consolation of Cookies and Cream:


  1. I'm sorry that the end of your holiday brings on rage. Rage is hard to live with.

    That looks like lovely ice cream. Something I can't eat, so have a bite in my honor.

  2. I say!

    They have tubs like that in SA. But not here, not even in Kandodo.

    MM III

  3. Albert? You're just about the only person I know who still works. That's so twentieth century, so it is! Hotboy

  4. Nanners. The days wasted killing the monster creeper really set me off.

    Mingers. I'll scratch Malawi off my bucket list then.

    Hotters. "Still"? Some old people never even started working.