It's Tuesday. It's warmish, but gray and threatening rain (again). It's too far past the previous weekend to still be rested, but too far from the following weekend to look forward to it. And work? Is busy as hell.
How does one reasonably respond to such conditions? Why, by bringing a Terminator to work, of course.
He is not, unfortunately, fully functional. (Ew, not "fully functional" in that way--minds out of the gutter, people.) He's not carrying his big-ass gun, and his red eyes don't light up anymore. (Probably just needs new batteries.) Nonetheless, he looks imposing atop my workstation--a fair warning against anyone who might interrupt my labors that doing so might make them subject to a profane tirade of Christian Bale proportions.
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