Burning down the mouse

Now you know I'm not really one to complain. Hey! Enough of the sniggering at the back. Damn kids. But in all honesty I do tend to (or at least try to) avoid moaning about stuff in this ole blog thingy-ma-jig. Now ranting, that's a totally different story. However on this occasion I feel the need to break with tradition.

Boy oh boy oh boy. Work sucks. Like work really sucks. Well, I guess it's not so much that the work sucks (which it does, in case I haven't mentioned) but I have absolutely no motivation. Whether it's this particular piece of work, or the time of year, or just IT in general I don't know. But at the moment it's a struggle. No .. it's more than that. It's a fricking mount-Everest climb, while carrying a Troupe of performing Elephants. And yes, the fact they perform does make a different. Last I time I felt this way was when I was writing my 4th year project report at Uni, and you don't wanna know how that turned out.

And another thing. I really can't believe some people. So what if it's only a mouse, it's still a living creature. It's not the fact that he wanted rid of the mouse, as I can totally understand that. But either use a humane mouse trap and release it elsewhere, or use a trap that will kill it quickly and painlessly. Don't throw it on a fricking fire.

Poetic justice? Not quite. Poetic justice would be if the mouse ran up the guy's leg and HE burnt to death (can you tell I'm in a foul mood this evening?). I guess it's more like Karma. So bear that in mind kids.

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