Dear Work Week,

Please to be stop sucking my soul dry, so that I may converse with my companions located far-and-wide in the witty manner that I am accustomed to. I additionally request the energy to finish answering comments and make a coherent post that is not addressed to a concept, which in some realms is worse than talking to inanimate objects. If this is too difficult, I kindly request a refund on the brain cells that were used as a safety deposit, as I feel that you have not held up your end of the bargain. There is every chance I might be in need of them next week, which by virtue of being shorter, looks to be much kinder to me.

Sincerely,

greyias

PS - I realize that it is in fact Tuesday, thus rendering one of the tags below null and void, but I'm going to maintain that it is still a Monday, as you've refused to give any portion of my brain back to me.

There is not enough coffee in the world to combat the awesome, dreaded force known as...

( !!! )

That is all.

(Actually, I have a huge backlog of e-mail to get to... so if anyone has mailed me in the past, oh, week or so and I haven't replied... sorry 'bout that? I still ♥ you. My brain is just sludge.)