see, all this working my bum off to prepare ishnit for examiners makes me think....hey, why in all power trips ain't i an auditor? why slave away lifting hefty chunks of paper and risk getting paper cuts (DAMN PAPER CUTS!) when i can walk around with a free laptop, lord over people and make mighty corporations cower in fear? a very viable option for the future now that i'm all sweaty and bleary-eyed from looking over often illegible scrawls n faxes. sure my job requires little to no responsiblity (that's what them snooty big-ups are for!) but then again, i am the one rearranging a large amount of crap into presentable format just so the bank won't get a large [expletive] up their proverbial [expletive] for the rest of the year. screw attempting humility; without me, this place'd fall apart. well, at the least it'd be crying. a lot.

soundtrack OTM: mozart's figaro, third act, that one mushy song sung by the husband to the woman he didn't know was his wife (dumbass).

:: got schizm #1 fer 10 bucks. fawk yieah hee hee. :)
:: still haven't opened the lightsabre yet. and i'm poifectly foine wid dat....because you know, i can kick yo ass anyway, lightsabre or not eh.

i am fumbling/mumbling/rumbling now. g'bye.