It annoys me when I have to work bar, because if it's slow, there's nothing else to do except sit there and read the ceiling. Never does time seem like it's slipping through my fingers more than when there's so many things I could be doing, and I'm prevented from them. Of course, should I have the opportunity to do them and choose to sit there doing nothing, that is an entirely different story.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Wednesday, July 05, 2000
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