It is one minute after three o’clock as I begin to write this . . . I have just under two hours to go until I am out of this hellhole for over a week. Words really do fail at times such as these.
Yes, I still work here. Plans don’t go into motion that quickly or that easily, so just calm down.
What do I have to report? Eris works in strange ways . . . Big Mama’s co-worker from Hades quit without notice late last week, and then early this week his town was pummelled by a fierce tornado. Take THAT, mofo. Little did he know that he was fucking with the BGA. Ha, sucker.
What else? The Principia Discordia forums have erupted again into petty squabbling and mud-slinging. Just an average week over there. Some people have left and set up camp at the Poee.uk forums run by Synaptyx, where your faithful Baron discovered that he was being whispered about. Apparently it is believed that I am secretly someone named “Dags”. I assure all of you that I am not Dags, neither is he me.
Did I mention that someone very dear to my heart won the Principia Discordia forum Essay Contest? There were more whisperings that the essay contest was fixed. Well, why should the interweb be any different from the real world? Besides, if Mr. Salazar can take over a country by force why can’t he rig a silly essay contest on an internet forum? At any rate, it wasn’t fixed. So there.
So long, suckers . . . One. Week. Off.
Hail Motherfucking Eris.