I can't work. I can't achieve.

[allerton]

As my ever untuned clock radio alarm hurled waves of blood curdling static at me, I stared, wondering what the fuck it could want at seven in the morning -- this delirium did not last long. For some reason, I decided that I had changed my alarm into some variety of Rube-Goldberg device. Obviously it shouldn't simply go off without some display of whoozies and whatsits spinning and traveling down tubes and mice in wheels...

So, I have yet another fulfilling and satisfying day of work ahead of me. My inept manager isn't even bothering to come in. I can pretend he would give me work if he were there, but I doubt he even knows what I do. What a shit deal this is.