I was gonna post a complaint to the Universe, but I feel that it's a tad overdone. I'm going to make this the year I ignore the Universe. Cause maybe then my luck might turn around. Just maybe.

Other than that, um, yeah. I got up early and went to the gym. Along with all of those "I will go back to the gym in 2004" people. Y'know, the ones who hog all your favourite machines. Yeah. Them.

My gal's rocking the PMS today. And she's kinda weepy meaner than a bucking bronco. Which means I have to stay away from her unless I want her reduced to tears to rip my fucking face off and eat it for lunch in the office. *sigh*

Only 2 more days until I get ye olde needle in ye olde throat. I'm still not calm about this. In the least. So in the meantime, I'm keeping myself somewhat distracted by picking on the Weasel Central minions. And a few Weasel Central supervisors. Nothing brings a smile to my face like tearing a strip offa someone. Yee haw.

This month's motto?
January 2004....the year Ren got leaner and meaner.
Buah ha ha.