Life’s a bitch and then you die?

Everyone is miserable at work. We're all frowning, and snapping, and cursing. That gives me some relief. So it's not just me, I'm not crazy. And finally, I can stop faking engagement (not that anyone seemed to care about it anyway).

The secret to an easy life

I haven’t even really started blogging, and I’m already writing less.

I apologize for that.

The reason for flying under the online radar these days is that I took a forced trip to hell and back – and they’re still having difficulties with their internet connection down there.