Enter At Own Risk

I am temporarily at a mental standtill of fairly monumental proportions. It just is not working. The brain, I mean. The layers of intelligentsia, culture, finesse, panache, whatnot. All gone on on vacation at the mo. What is left is an aggro sort of beastie type, ruthless and hungry for blood. Quite thrilling, yet bad for the soul.

Methinks perhaps a time of solitude to write proposals is in order. Otherwise, there might be casualties at work, victims of my bloodlust. I actually do have a couple of folks in mind whose heads I would love to chew on from there. Just for the heck of it. Maybe it really is time to put the patient, nice me aside and unleash the office bitch. That would be fun. See how they run. Shall I Shall I Shall I oh please, Shall I?