Lunch: souvlaki at some little tavernish restraunt somewhere down West Braodway. It was an office thing. Post lunch: fix my computer. It is ill. Post post lunch: fumble with some things that have crept onto my to-do list. How does that happen? It never ceases to amaze me just how much crill needs to be swept from the ocean of my life. That’s a metaphor, though not a very good one. Post post post lunch: I imagine I will be on my way home in a few minutes. I did the dishes (it’s my week) and now I’m suffocating the last few minutes of air from this dragging day hoping with much futility that the seconds will move just a little bit faster. Do I sound like a whiney teenager? I’m trying to avoid that, and since I am so far from being either whiney or a teenager this should be an easy task: but things happen, and sometimes whiney is just unavoidable. Check out the photo gallery on the side over there somewhere. There are pictures of things. Maybe even interesting pictures. |
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