Interlude: Goodbye, week 51. You sucked.

Another little bit of filler for today, I’m afraid. I have to write something, so let’s see if I can make it worthwhile.

Oh, I had a dream the other day. A short while back, when I was enjoying a Christmas party with some friends, conversation had turned to dreams. Now, one of the ladies had mentioned having a dream about Johnny Depp. Natural enough, I’m sure. She then remarked that she hadn’t had such a dream in a while, and when another lady mentioned having a surreal sort of a dream with Johnny Depp in it, we all concluded that this must have been where he had gone.

Anyway, I had a dream about Johnny Depp the other night. Sorry ladies, he’s mine now. He was behind a bar, serving me drinks.

Why, what did you think he would be doing? Man must know his way around a bar.

Anyway, this weekend should be a bit of quiet depressurisation, and if it isn’t I guess I will know by the time I post this pre-written bit of tomfoolery. Lots of Christmas cards to make still. Holy crap, Christmas is next week!

Well, good. This week sucked. Bring on Week 52, and then bring on 2015. Try harder, universe. I have not been impressed with the way years have been going. Although I have to admit that even with all the beloved co-workers I lost this year, it is still a slow and steady upwards spiral from 2011.

2011 sucked. 2014 is just lame.

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One Response to Interlude: Goodbye, week 51. You sucked.

  1. thelinza says:

    Word. Bring on 2015 and better news all around.

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