Working the ol' 9 to 5 (PM to AM)

So tonight was my 5th night in a row writing my Renaissance essay at my dad's work in the city. I always tell stories about what happens after I overdose on too much work and honour system coke: that I start to go a bit insane and and have crazy adventures with my friend the giant Roussilon butterfly. But I know most of you don't believe me. So I thought I'd provide a bit of visual evidence regarding what usually goes down during one of my late night working parties at Dad's office:

What!? No Rousillon! It would be a bad idea to take apart the boiling water machine to see how it works... oh ok then I guess it would be fun.

Hey look what I found in my Dad's office... it's the "about the author" bit from a book one of his clients wrote. After reading this (which she obviously typed herself) I am kind of tempted to read the book:

I too have the Cries for FREEDOM!

MOTHER OF FUCK!IE@# BUSH JUST WON!! FUCK. FUCK. ARHG! I just found that out then. Oh, the world is most definitely in trouble. Anyway (can there really be an anyway? We're fucked), since I was following CNN.com all day I have decided to compile my favourite images from the ones they used as part of their election coverage:

Ah, memories

Anyway I just finished my essay on the Last Supper to hand in at midday... FUCK that's in 8 hours! I need to get some sleep before putting the finishing touches on it. Pat is also still up doing his all-night thing (actually he's only up till 4am tonight, tomorrow will be one of his true allnighters). But he was still delirious enough to make this image for me from one of my Last Supper pictures:

I feel honoured to have a Pat image on my blog.
But what does honour even mean anymore after my experience with my Dad's work's honour system drinks fridge?

Oh and on a moral note (I am writing my Practical Ethics essay from tomorrow after all... although I don't know how moral it is, it's on porn and animals [and sometimes both, disturbingly]), I have been writing down all the drinks I take on the little "drink charge" list, so they are not really free.

Oh and on a drink note, today I drank two supertasty supersize McDonald's cokes in a row with Georgie. And I'd do it again! Maybe that's why I'm still up... sorry about the fence sludge pat!

Oh and on a something note, I should go. BYE!!!