onibaba

So, it's Monday again. Maybe the greatest Monday ever, as it be my birthday. Already, crowds of peasants are thronging outside my window singing "We love you, you am skill!" and also something about doing filthy ruderies, but the iambic pentameter they used was pretty shocking so I refuse to reproduce it here.
The crapness is that I have to go to work. Yuk. What is with that? I kick work in the balls today, for I should be out and about. People should be able to bask in my majestic presence and have all their ills cured by a mere touch of my gaze. Ah well, it is the world's loss.

Still, I'd like to go back to bed....