Getting The Fuck Out Of Taipei
Hoo boy, I feel like an asshole. Not that I've done anything in particular, or at least not much, but more some abiding desire to fight. It has its advantages.
I just had three days off. Okay, so they weren't totally off because I did doors for Baranduin and a few hours of paperwork for Quinton, but heck, that's a fuckton better than it's been for the last two weeks. One hundred hours can go and fuck itself.
It amazes me sometimes how much people aren't interested in believing things that are true, but merely the things they already believe. This shouldn't be surprising to me, but is so fucking anathema to how I operate that I can't help but continue to be surprised at this behaviour.
I should be asleep. I just made rice. I'm up past my bedtime. I'm a fucking rebel. :P
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Balthrop, Alabama - Taipei (song d/l)