  Midday Bugaboo So here it is. Friday. Why the hell isn't it over yet? I want to go home and play Madden and take the trash out and make a feeble attempt at cleaning the house before my parents arrival, anything but fucking work. This week has gone on too long. It must be stopped. I'll gather up the troops, you sound the alarm and move your men around the east side, we'll flank the week and it'll never know what hit it. Yeah. That's some John Clark type shit. Actually if John Clark were here he'd kill the week with some shoe string and a can of lysol.
He's like the MacGuyver of killing. I suppose what's relevant here is that the week is nigh over and I get to see my folks, play some Madden, and some DnD. My weekend is chock-fucking-full of laughs. So bite my shiny metal ass. In other news: Chipotle brand burritos make my tummy feel full. 
