Bored and Depressed.

Drunk and tired and bored and depressed. They're all the same, the Uni and the Xeno freaks and just, everyone. You pay me to sit here and do nothing. You tell me you can't stop me using social media, "but". You say you want to know about my "associates". You monitor my communications. You tell me I'm entitled to my opinion, but you never listen to it.

And one of my mates has just been made homeless, because you "let him go" for some minor transgression, and he couldn't pay his exorbitant rent, probably to one of your mates.

Also, they're planning a computer room audit at work. The way things are going, someone will question the "suitability" of this blog for hosting. I can tell you already, it's not for suits.

I'm so sick of this.

Perfect as the wing of a bird may be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air. Facts are the air of science. Without them a man of science can never rise.

I can't quite remember who said it, but the quote rings a bell.

"Who are you?"

"Who decides that the work day will be from 9 to 5 and not 11 to 4? Who decides that the hemlines will be below the knee this year and short again next year? Who draws up the borders, controls the currency, handles all of the decisions that happen transparently?"

"I don't know!"

"Ah, I'm with them -- same group, different department. Think of me as a sort of middle-man. And the name is Justin."

-Sheridan & Justin

"Z'ha'dum"