What’s that word for when you don’t want to do a thing, you just want it to be done and to get credit for having done it? Because that’s been my primary emotional state since sometime Thursday. Let’s call it oerit, and it means “go away and leave me alone until 7pm on Friday, when you will present me with a glass of wine. Unless it’s to feed me and tell me I’m pretty. Actually, I’m pretty sure both of those can be done via email, so nevermind.”
But today is Saturday! We should be well past our oerit by now and into our nyahowanna.* To further ease you into your role as an unproductive member of whichever society you wish you could shun, I present this week’s “motivation.” For those of you who are new here and maybe don’t know why “motivation” is in quotes… you’re gonna want to hit the Not Exactly Motivational page (lookit that handy link!) for a full explanation. It’s for my protection as well as yours, really; can’t have people with a substandard sense of humor wandering in and telling us off for laughing and occasionally snorting irish coffee across our keyboards at “horrible” and “offensive” images, can we? For you really cool kids who already know all about it, just remember: you asked for this.
* “Why aren’t weekends longer? I can see the crap at the edge of this lovely oasis, and I have no desire to go back.”