You Could Be Forgiven For Thinking I'd Dropped Off The Face Of The Planet
Yep, still at work, getting lashings from The Man...
A 60 and a 70 hour week, including working both days of the weekend have left me a rather bitter and twisted man. I won't launch into the rant that the few of you who've actually seen me have repeatedly heard, but suffice to say there will be some assertive "career realignment" after this episode.
So, if you've emailed me, and are wondering why I've been snobbing you - sorry... I'm tired, I want to cry a lot, boo hoo me...
Did manage to have a splendid thirtieth, and caught one day of the Notting Hill Carnival, which I'll try to write about sometime in the next year or so. I'm going to see The Pixies tomorrow night, and if this project falls over because of us all working out on it, I'll be just begging someone to take it up with me. Oh yes, I will go Jerry Maguire on you all...
Anyway, sorry about the absence, but I'll be getting back to you shortly, one and all.
Your man hallucinating with fatigue,
Arch :)
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The cats in the cradle and the silver spoon little boy blue and the man on moon. When you coming home son? I dont know when we'll be together then.....
In the words of the mighty fred durst, its my way or the highway.
cry me a frikkin' river...
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