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 wednesday, february 28Delegation Sometimes you realize that there are things that you do for yourself that you should let other people do for you. An example would be taxes. But I'm not talking about taxes, though I should be. It's that time of year when everyone starts collecting together the diaspora of receipts that have languished hither thither as that long ignored Sunday afternoon project. Taxes? Pshaw! I'm talking about dying my hair, baby! One might wonder if something unspeakable happened in the bathroom earlier today. Think Psycho shower scene.
Update II. Losing my job: I'm not. Well, sort off. I'm going down to half time in April and will round out the "bringing home the bacon" bit with smaller projects and some writing. Update III. Spam-o-rama-lama-ding-dong: It's still coming. Those bastards just won't quit. I have no idea why things are so chair-ish. crunchland's got a brand new pen cam. Rabbit, rabbit! Yesterday? Sing-A-Long. |
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