He was called The King for a reason

I almost didn't come into work today. I was up late last night, had crazy dreams, and woke up around 11am. And sometimes going in late is worse than going in at all. At least that was my philosophy.
But not anymore! This month, the ninth month of the year 2006, is officially THE A.P. SMITH T.C.B. MONTH OF THE CENTURY.
This month I will work my ass off, take no shit, leave no survivors, and smoke those rats right out of their holes. Or something like that.
Really, I've just been living it up all sweet and easy for the last month and now it's time to get back on the gravey train. School is starting, the summer is winding down, and we're all a little older.

And that's a promise.