Oh my god, it is Monday morning, and for some reason I agreed to write today’s “Fuck Mondays” last week. I’m not really sure why I agreed to do this, but I did, so here I am.
“Fuck Mondays”, as a column, isn’t really about anything, though, so it makes it a little easier on me. I’ve had a coffee, and my workload seems to be on the light side here in the office, so that’s a plus. I got a whole lot of work done this weekend on the comic book/web comic I have coming up soon (look for it here on 9to5.cc in the coming weeks), and it’s looking awesome. I guess everything is pretty good, at least in terms of being able to write something up for this column.
Except for inspiration. Three paragraphs in, and I have no idea what I’m writing about. And so, friends, I am forced to fall back on something more ridiculous. As such, I present to you a collection of images I have for whatever reason, saved on my hard drive here at the office.
Sa-Rah has a never ending battle against the English Language.
