Oh, pick one! Logic, reason, decency, good taste, sanity...the list could go on. All are good choices. But I'd say that work...no...'FUCKING WORK' is what I'm free of today. I just finished my project and have sat myself down at the local purveyor of hispano-american foodstuffs for a congratulatory margherita. I deserve it because I rock, and the project looks sweet.
So here's to kickin ass, takin names, best friends in japan, and wives that understand!
I'm gone till monday or sobriety, whichever curses me first.