All good things...

I knew this would happen. But I did it anyway.

I took Friday and today off work because if I didn't take some time away someone was going to get hurt. Because, in case you haven't noticed, I hate my job. (Apologies to anyone from work who is reading this. Although no one who disagrees with me about the hating thing could ever find this because they don't know me AT ALL so they could hardly even search this.)

The problem comes with the going back tomorrow. It is so much harder to go back after 4 blissful days off than after a regular 2 day weekend where the ire keeps me asleep for half of it.

It's always this way and I know this but there was nothing else to be done for it.

I wish I could make this funny but I just can't find anything funny of it on this the night before.

Sigh.

A guy walks into a bar with a poodle under his arm and a 6 foot salami under the other....

Anyone know the end to that joke?