Work is bullshit. I'd rather be a mindless Eloi than a fucking automaton. If there were a fucking island where I could go and just be an Eloi...man oh man I'd have it made. All the girls with the titties and the loin cloths, booya! But alas, I remain a pawn of the machine, a victim in this fucked up conspiracy called life. I'd like to blame Mary Lou Retton for all this, but I suppose the government is actually more responsible.