Well, I’m at work for the second time, lets see if it makes me sick this week. Actually the job is a piece of piss. I press the buttons that make the photocopier sing a sweet song. Because my youngest sister was doing this job before me (and she still comes in on Firdays to do it), I am cousious of not doing too good a job, or doing it too quickly. Not that there is any reason to rush, that would just leed to large amounts of lul time in which I could update my weblog…
Why did you come here looking for insight?