The end of an eratic week.

Greetings,

It's that time of the week again. Everyone's mentally exhausted, people speak words but they don't form sentences, and the only thing keeping us awake is the "V" plugged into our veins. Oh, and we've run out of candy.

So now I'm counting down the minutes until 5.00 (It's 3.56 by the way). Then I'm going to go home, go to sleep (hopefully in the bed) , wakeup Monday morning and start the cycle again.

I guess I should say something random and spontaneous...

Err... Asbestos is good for the heart, but bad for the soul.

Take care now, bye bye then.