Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Taking a Sickie
Today is a sick day. Not that I have a job to be sick from, but whatever. I woke up this morning to discover that a horde of gremlins had taken up residence in my body.
This press release from Gremlin Prime Minister Grack should explain.
"Due to growing unemployment in the Gremlin population (the rapid growth of Mozilla Firefox put many Microsoft specialist gremlins out of work) we decided to embark on work creation projects. As such, we are pleased to announce that formerly unemployed gremlins are now working in Richard's body on such vital projects as sanderpapering his throat, building a damn in his sinuses, and squeezing his brain."
Urrgh, basically folks, I'm sick, and I don't like it. It's not a very familiar feeling for me, and as a measure of how much it's affected me, I went to the library today and didn't get any books out! Not even a paperback thriller. Yes, walking to town took that much out of me. Yuck.
In unrelated news:
The French Parliament votes to make it possible to extend the working week past 35 hours. Nationwide strikes break out. You gotta love those wacky French people, non?
This press release from Gremlin Prime Minister Grack should explain.
"Due to growing unemployment in the Gremlin population (the rapid growth of Mozilla Firefox put many Microsoft specialist gremlins out of work) we decided to embark on work creation projects. As such, we are pleased to announce that formerly unemployed gremlins are now working in Richard's body on such vital projects as sanderpapering his throat, building a damn in his sinuses, and squeezing his brain."
Urrgh, basically folks, I'm sick, and I don't like it. It's not a very familiar feeling for me, and as a measure of how much it's affected me, I went to the library today and didn't get any books out! Not even a paperback thriller. Yes, walking to town took that much out of me. Yuck.
In unrelated news:
The French Parliament votes to make it possible to extend the working week past 35 hours. Nationwide strikes break out. You gotta love those wacky French people, non?
