It has been raining and storming the past couple of weeks.  Although it does create the perfect temperature to self-impose a holiday (because it is such a shame to waste a perfectly good bed weather), we still begrudgingly drag our feet to work while we curse the day we ever left school, since apparently, that’s the only institution allowed to declare typhoon holidays at the very last minute.

So in my head, we need a little inspiration to get us to Point B.

So suit up, load your guns, and brace yourself, dear working class.  It is time to yet again kick this week’s ass.