In which Ben is lame.
I miss being unemployed and being able to spend time on the internet. I have no fucking idea what is happening these days. My office has ten other males in it. It has no windows. These ten males have come to some sort of agreement that involves never turning on any sort of light source that has no purpose other than being a light source. I spend an hour a day driving to this place, and an hour a day driving home. Time management is hard work.
I miss you all very much.
Lame.
Ben wallows in lameness.
I miss Ben even when he is lame.








