guinea.pig.

Today's forecast:

Don't let those cobwebs clinging to your current routine get you down. Shift the furniture into some weird new configuration. Get out of the house. Take your guinea pig for a walk. (Or whatever. Just get moving.)

Come chinchwee! Time to bring you for a walk now! Fetch boy fetch! :p *pats head*
Hahahahahaha....
I like my guinea pig in my office. He's affable, nice to bully, and very very good-natured. Muacks!

Okay. Forgive my sudden burst of insanity. It's 9.10pm and I'm still in the office redrawing some masterplan diagram for the millionth time. You know how words start to look weird when you spell it too many times or stare at it for too long? The same goes for drawings. It looks DARNED weird to me, but as long as Boss doesn't mind, I guess it should be fine by me too. (Not Mr. Penurious... This one's Mr. Pernicious... Beware. His speech retardation assimilates into your own thinking sub-consciously!) Call me a spineless creature without opinions of my own, whatever. Sometimes it's just not worth fighting for what you want, especially when you're not exceptionally convinced by it as well. Oh well. I don't have anything interesting or act-smart to say today. My brain cells are dead. Dead dead dead. :(