I have fixed it all for years and years, but now I refuse. I will just go with it, broken or not.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
It's Sunday and I'm off to work. That's right - no rest for the wicked, or some damned thing. I am covered up in dreary, ucky, icky, crappy, rotten, stinky, dumb work. So, I shall catch you all later. Out.