I sometimes go to a mythical place called "workplace", where the doable is always unpassable as possible, especially when it pisses you off.

Why work today? I'll take Tuesday on, just like I took Monday off. That's just the kind of dedicated worker I am.

Þar liggr hann till ragnarøkrs

My grandpa, unlike Jarod Kintz, was an Elder. Now that he's dead and gone, he's a ghost French wizard. And no one knows what French wizards are good at…

And I will wait for Jarod to work for me. For free, cause if it's paid, it's work and not love, unless, of course he loves to work, in which case he’ll surely love working for me, because I love people who love to do that to love to do that.

Having no applicable skills, in any possible area whatsoever, effectively makes me the master of redundancy. But that info is obsolete, like my insults dictionary, which I stole.