The Return of Workday: This time it's fucking boring.

I was away from work for six days. Six glorious days of basking in the warm glow of my computer monitor as I battled devils in a game dating to the glory days of Sega, the Genesis. Oh, I also spent some time with my family and shit like that, but that pales in comparison to saving an entire world from devils. Ask any Evangelical and they'll tell you of the nefarious exploits of devils, demons and God.

Alas, my devil fighting has been put on hold so I might sit and shiver in the cold light of my work computer monitor. Work has entered what I like to call the Holiday Doldrums. I like to call it that because I am unoriginal. I'm a derivative of a copy of a forgery. Which is only slightly better than being one of the retards who uploaded their own version of "Dick in a Box" to youtube. They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. They are assholes.

To keep this from turning into too much of a ramble, I'll just say that I hope everyone who reads this had a merry Christmas (or Festivus, or whatever) and will have an exceedingly good New Year. If you need me, I'll be downloading porn.