Saturday, September 20, 2003
Well, here I am. And I must say I’m not in a very good mood. I’m home on a Saturday. Yeah, great. I’m working. Even better! And it’s my stupid 39th birthday. Yippy.
Did I mention that I am also working?
Sure, it’s important. Forwarding the Arsenal of Democracy, and all. But damnit. I need a day off.
Then again, I could be slogging through hot-as-hell sand, lugging an M16.
Did you know that they use sand to form molds to cast molten metal? I’m sure there’s a great analogy in there somewhere but I’m too irritable to noodle it out. Sorry.
Did I mention that I am also working?
Sure, it’s important. Forwarding the Arsenal of Democracy, and all. But damnit. I need a day off.
Then again, I could be slogging through hot-as-hell sand, lugging an M16.
Did you know that they use sand to form molds to cast molten metal? I’m sure there’s a great analogy in there somewhere but I’m too irritable to noodle it out. Sorry.
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