I've spent years writing about how the time pigs annoy me.
No more.
I refuse to give them anymore power over me.
The latest time pigs have left.
New time pigs will come and go.
Moving forward, I'm ignoring them as best I can.
They can go to hell.
But then, they're already there, aren't they?
Must listen to the album All Pigs Must Die by Death In June.
My war on time pigs continues.
In honor of Ozzy Osbourne, I should do a song about the time pigs in my life to the tune of Black Sabbath's "War Pigs." Or at least write the lyrics.
I took the entire weekend to fix a project that got sabotaged at the eleventh (or thirtieth) hour.
I am wiped and everything I normally put up during the daytime is going up later this afternoon, tonight or tomorrow.
Let's see if I can finish the project next weekend...
I am the turtle
letting the time pig ride me
to the neverends.
May I suggest a new sequel to your series? I would call it A Day All Time Pigs Died.
