Feh. For such a fate, you shouldn't ask.

Theory in process of becoming fact.

Booargh. Yinz yard-creatures, time is fleeting. Unga Bunga. Been drinking more than usual this particular week and I must solemnly scrutinize wither the source of this desire for the darkly fermented sluice comes from. I believe that it is lack of exposure to my dear Destructicon coupled with the STRESS of tutoring young(ish) minds about the ins and outs of Theatre 100driansism. FEH! All I do during my week is hate on how I have to wake up early and try to desparately escape towards the weekend (which is rife with pizza and port-wines). Such an existence must either be embraced and adapted to or dismissed as soon as probable.

Wooargh!!! I watch Futurama all day.

Meh.