Monday, August 08, 2005

To go or not to go...can I not have more options? Where the hell are all those in-between thingies when you need them?
After a very long time, my weeks have begun to separate out into days and weekdays and weekends. Enforced separation is sometimes not a bad thing. And all I am trying to say in the usual, convoluted, involuted jargon that has become part of everything that I think and do, is that I have a job.
What I would like to be: your private memory...
What not: your public find.