terribly_bored birdmad petrified ossified vegetable i know if i go out tonight i will either just dance and never say a word except to the bartender or take the easy road and score another one_night_deal i've beaten all of my video_games, read all of my books, every cd reminds me of something_i_can_never_have, my movie collection reminds me of the people i saw those movies with, all gone now even the illicit thrill of pornography has lost its novelty lately i hate weekends workaholic work will save me work will get me through this my purpose exists solely behind my desk, the quiet cog in some great bureaucratic piece of machinery come on, Monday 010121 what's it to you? who go blather from