The Inconsequential Birth of Something Irrelevant

They say it's not good to spend lunch-breaks sat at your desk. They have a point. Having read the entire Internet, I found myself looking for things to do - the choices were quickly narrowed down to setting fire to my feet or starting a Blog. I didn't have any matches. Whether this develops into something of any worth or merely subsides to the back of my mind (while taking up vauable webspace that could be used for swingers classifieds or fascist propaganda), depends entirely on me exerecising my right to remain at said desk during my lunch breaks. Or until They tell me otherwise. Or until I find some matches.