All About Asses

I'm sitting here at the computer, looking up at the bookshelf, when my eye falls on a book. It's called, "The Golden Ass". Umm, *snigger snigger*, this is how the thought process went:

1. Eye catches book.
2. Mind freezes for a split second. Or more. As is prone to happen.
3. Brain sends message.
4. Message is decoded.
5. Message reads: "What the...???"
6. 2nd message sent.
7. Message is decoded.
8. Message reads: "*snigger snigger*"

Eh, donch laff ok. Eeees a klah-seec reeetun by Mr Lucius Apuleius, who died a loooooooong time ago. Which is what makes something a classic, if you ask me. So why is Homer's Odyssey an epic? Because he probably died an even longer time ago. Of course, I could be wrong about that. Which would mean I would have committed a FOX PASS, wouldn't I? Hahaha... I'm sorry, Kel. Couldn't resist :)

It is now 11 in the morning. The thought that I will only be home again 12 hours later is depressing. Especially when, somewhere in those 12 hours, you have to fit in something people like to term "work". Or "labour". Or "toil". Or "hardship". Or "suffering". Depending on how jaded you are. I, my friends, have no right to be jaded. Yet. Give me a bit more time. I promise I'll try.