May 8, 2003

  • I could abscound at length into unchartered extents of prolific obscurity to relate quite equivocally and just, with the slightest curiousness, circumspectly, about fuzzily almost how I find myself iconoclastically-cast here-now into this existential miasma termed near space terra 3rd planet firma out.  But why bother?


    Three words will suffice:


    Overworked.
    Underpaid.
    Unlaid.


    Still, I'm slightly less overworked than I used to be when I had twice the energy.


    And, thankfully, not underpaid any less (though I am overtaxed.)


    And though unlaid, it's not like I've never ...


    ...Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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