One that won't make me sick.[1]
One that won't make me crash my car,[2]
Or me feel three feet thick.[3]

That Huey, he knew how to rock 'em. eh?

Anyway, I start the new job on Wednesday, after clearing out my desk at the old place, and then filling in a bunch of paperwork at the new. Wish me luck.


[1]Not that I can afford sick days anyway.

[2]. . . into a bridge, rather than filling the damn tank every other day. It's murder.

[3]Or where my boss thinks I'm stupid. I hate that.