When the world ends

At work again, watching Big Love illegally on a tiny screen in the corner of my monitor. There's something so wonderful in being sneaky. In smiling at my boss, clicking away - isbn after bloody isbn - all while watching Bill Paxton's naked ass. It's satisfying. I'm pulling one over on you, work - you lame social construct, you.

When the world ends, will I be glad I sat at this desk? Probably not. But, I'll be glad I "stuck it to 'em" while I did.