Tongue-In-Cheek, External Oblique

Well, I'm back again. For some reason I keep coming back to the blog today. My fingers are all itchy to blog the heck outta my mind. I have to concentrate on work. But my mind suddenly feels like a drained carton of fruit juice. The fruity content remains, the essense is lost. I have absolutely no clue, why I'm typing away. It's one of those incoherent moments of chique chutzpah. I don't like using unnecessary jargon in ill timed instances, but I'm helpless. I need to go home. If I sit at this desk for another half an hour, my brain's going to melt and flow outta my nose and ears. Sigh.