The day before Monday

Before I start, yes the title is referring to Sunday. That is today, not yesterday or tomorrow. Today. Capiche`?

It's the end of my maddening slog through work and social scandals (or lack thereof). Only as I sit here do I start to feel the effects of my fruitful endeavours (excuse the pun), which entails blurry vision, dry eyes and a lack of functioning brain. Trivialties aside, I am now off the hook and a free-roaming man once more, having cut the ties with my supposed partner. I feel a sense of joy, so don't send me pity - only money. Also, probably the most kick-arse guy I've ever worked with is changing departments, which kinda sucks because we got along well, sharing many a story of our social lives and such.

Tomorrow I go back to uni (maybe) and, if I get the motivation, I'll wash my dirty car. Actually, dirty is an understatement. Maybe I'll hit the beach too - I've been dying to do that for a long time. If I have to, I'll go alone.

As a special side note upon a reader's request:
"The Missing Pallet"
We were expecting 6 pallets, and we only got 5; one was missing and it took many hours to locate it at another store. Of course it was found and promptly delivered, much to my distaste. On top of this, many cabbages failed to show up - in fact, only one decided to appear. Unsolved mysteries hits the vegie departmen...

- Pary .ζ.