scarecrow

So I was gonna bitch and moan about my lousy work week, but have decided to complain less.

...

Hurm...

I've no idea what to say now.

Wait! I know!

oh, dammit, that'd be complaining. Urk! Now I'm complaining about not beig able to say aything without complaining...

"In Ancient Rome...There was a Poem...About a dog...who had two bones...he picked at one...he licked the other...he went in circles till he dropped dead."
(Devo- Freedom of Choice)