You know you’re having a rough day when the only way to stay awake is to boot up the Fadades.
3 thoughts on “Just Another Day at the Office”
I’m experiencing the synergistic effect of coffee and Fadades in the morning right now. It’s enough to wake all the elder gods from the deepest depths of sleep at Cthulhu’s slumber party to which Azathoth wasn’t invited (and he’s mighty pissed off about it).
Well, Azathoth’s always pissed off. It ain’t easy being the idiot daemon sultan of all time and space, and those constant flute solos give him a headache – particularly when they insist on doing a five hour rendition of ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
Also, his glutinous devouring of the contents of Cthulhu’s fridge whilst everyone was trying to listen to the Triple J Hottest 100 didn’t win him any friends.
“[He] gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”
I’m experiencing the synergistic effect of coffee and Fadades in the morning right now. It’s enough to wake all the elder gods from the deepest depths of sleep at Cthulhu’s slumber party to which Azathoth wasn’t invited (and he’s mighty pissed off about it).
Well, Azathoth’s always pissed off. It ain’t easy being the idiot daemon sultan of all time and space, and those constant flute solos give him a headache – particularly when they insist on doing a five hour rendition of ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
Also, his glutinous devouring of the contents of Cthulhu’s fridge whilst everyone was trying to listen to the Triple J Hottest 100 didn’t win him any friends.
“[He] gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”