TV is entertaining, especially since we got the DVR. But the internet, now that's some good shit. The internet will go places that TV dare not tread. And that's a good thing, because censorship sucks.
However, the best part of the internet is the people I've come to call my friends. Those 6 of you who read my blathering, the Band, my tweeps.
These last couple of weeks have been rough. It's mostly been you guys who have loved me through it, whether you know it or not.
And so today, when I am up at 5:30 to get to work by 7:50 and won't get home until close to midnight (hey, I dare not miss my meeting tonight, y'all would kick my ass), only to do it all again at 5:30 tomorrow morning, well...
Today, I carry you with me. Your words echo in my head, your glitter flinging dances in my heart, your pegacorns fart rainbows in my daydreams.
Now, off to work I go, because the sooner I pay off these little shittastic things, the sooner I have the luxury of knowing I can tell my work to fuck off if I want. And as we discussed yesterday, I can do anything for a few more weeks, especially when y'all have my back.