We're all fugitives/Look at the way we live

Guh.
So my office computer's hard drive fried to its own soundtrack. It was impressive at the time. And then I realised that it was all over.
Then the migraine set in.
Then I had Taco Bell for lunch.
Yup. A cruddy day was had.

By the evening I came to the screaming conclusion that I HATE MY JOB.
I'd rather chew off my good leg than continue travelling out into the ghetto to hang out at Weasel Central.
I'm trying to be zen about it, but right now it ain't working.
I believe in Karma and I'm starting to think that either I was a really bad person in another life or the universe is testing me.
And frankly if it's the cosmos, fuck off, I hate tests.

But here I sit with a plastic smile on my face, wondering who's watching over my shoulder.
I can't do this anymore.
I need a vacation. A new job. And while I'm at it, a pony.

Pray for Mojo.