Where's Skeeter?

Hot damn! I'm proud to say that my recent streak of getting absolutely fawk-all done on Friday continues. Friday is just not meant to be a work day. Also, I've been at this job for exactly 4 months, 14 days, and 8.2 hours. That means the wide-eyed, go-at-em, balls-out, new-guy-at-work fresh feeling has long been replaced by the TPS Report problem-having jackass who cringes every time he has to answer his damn phone - feeling. A little Friday work slacking is in order.

Hands up - who is going to have a kick ass time at the Misfats show tonight? Damn right.