It’s the weekend and my end is weak
Friday finally arrives and just in time, my head is completely empty. I haven’t the mental capacity left to fill out one more form or achieve one more goal. I have given it all in the name of increasing the Gross National Product of whatever country this is, I’m so shot I don’t recall any more. Now the people that make fake barf are really into gross national products, but let’s not cry over spilt groceries. I wonder, if you use fake vomit, do you get a fake hangover? Talk about gross national... Sign in to see full entry.