the united bits of Q

Sorry for my lack of postings yesterday, I was being doused by a fire hose.

Oh no! you may say, Q did your house burn down?

No friends nothing like that, it's just that I've realized that my body's gone on strike, and I'm sick of those damn picket lines.

To you, this makes no sense. Let me explain.

Much like the season 4 episode of the simpons (where the workers strike at the power plant) this whole business started with a dental issue. I need to fix me teeths, and haven't gotten around to getting it done. Apparently the body of my body has had enough, and decided to unionize. They make their demands clear, nearly every Dream I have, in one form or another, tells me to get my teeth fixed and other things I need to do.

Apparently, the united bits of Q have decided to escalate the issue. I realized that I have been staging walkouts on myself. It's been months since I last shined my shoes. I cant seem to keep this beard off my face. My umbrella leans brokenly against a wall, my teeth need to be fixed. The hallway needs a fresh coat of paint. All these things are issues that can be fixed, it's just that upper management isn't so much inclined.

At least I haven't had to resort to scabs crossing the picket line, I get the heebie-jeebies just thinking about that.

On the plus side, I can feel upper management start to slip. Profits are falling, personal appearance is decidedly unattractive. The sink is full of dishes. It's time to talk with the union.

Time to meet some of their demands. Let's see what we can do about getting my teeth fixed.

Across the pickets of signs and cells the yell goes out, "Pick up the shoe shine boys. It's time to go back to work!"

Waffles!