=20 <?null /* Maybe its just the precursor to another= workforce poem that I don't have time to write (because of work). About th= is time last year, I was writing asmall rant about Saint Patrick and renam= ing St Patty's Day something else inane. Take Back Ireland Day or something= , I don't know. I still hate the saint and I still call for you fellow iris= h-blooded people to take back your heathen roots and fight for the true ide= ntity of your heritage. About this time last year, I was also writing my fo= ur-part poem 'Workweek' in which I bitched about living paycheck-to-paychec= k stuck in the 9-5 (which was actually t130-830, w11-7, th11-7, f630-130...= but whatever) sucking the life and creative fire right out of me. Who was = I to bitch? Thats a pretty goddamned easy schedual. Now I'm something like = 6 shifts in 5 days (middle of the week double, baby) and left with barely e= nough time to sleep. Somehow I get by. Spring is coming. = The days are warming, the nights are losing their sharpfrozen edge, and th= e return of the Sun is gearing up to herald the great melting. The snow liq= uifies bit by bit and drops into the ground, theblood of the sugar maple h= as begun to flow, and everyone's becoming odd and horny. I declared war on = emo, among other things, and maybe its also time to do some cleaning... ins= tead of rambling like I do. */ ?> -- Posted by sku11fukkr to ...Come The Wolves at 3/17/2005 09:16:00 AM --- Links --- 1 3D"http://digit=