May 17

I’m having one of those days. Not one of those days, but one of those days in which you have way less work to do than you want, believe it or not, and you find yourself trying to hide your web-surfing from your boss and office mates while simultaneously running out of sites to scope. That’s the thing about being 12 hours from the East Coast – the sites I visit don’t publish new shit over the course of the day since all the ponces who work on them are sleeping, so I rip through the sites and I’m left with nothing. It seems that moderation remains a problem for me, especially when I’m bored. And there’s just not much on the to do list for work this week, so I’ve got to pretend to be busy every time the bossman comes in here.

I don’t really care - I worked my ass off the first week and a half I was here. First three-day weekend of my trip and I have to go into the office on the holiday. Second three-day weekend of my trip, right after the first one, and the weekend that F arrives – in the office for at least a couple hours every freakin’ day. So I’ma take it back to 2004 and knock out a blog post while I wait for 7pm to roll around.

UPDATE:
Ok, actually time passed rather quickly because Vice came through for me somewhat and I did a little work. I’m also rolling early because I wanna pick up my cleaning and start getting fucked up early tonight. To where the offence lies, let the great axe fall.

Chucky