Monday, September 13, 2004
Don't blame it on my heart
Blame it on my job. Surprisingly, I am apparently expected to work while I am at work. If it were up to me, I'd spend all eight of my employer's hours scouring the Internet and spouting my opinions for you, my dears. Sadly, 'tis not to be. It has been especially busy (and even more tedious) these last few weeks. And who suffers?
Me, of course. Oh, and you, too.
I did take a few days off to visit my family on the East Coast over the Labor Day weekend but more on that later. Here's something endlessly entertaining for your perusal in the meantime: Bonjour paresse. I love the French. And thank goodness for Arts & Letters Daily.
Blame it on my job. Surprisingly, I am apparently expected to work while I am at work. If it were up to me, I'd spend all eight of my employer's hours scouring the Internet and spouting my opinions for you, my dears. Sadly, 'tis not to be. It has been especially busy (and even more tedious) these last few weeks. And who suffers?
Me, of course. Oh, and you, too.
I did take a few days off to visit my family on the East Coast over the Labor Day weekend but more on that later. Here's something endlessly entertaining for your perusal in the meantime: Bonjour paresse. I love the French. And thank goodness for Arts & Letters Daily.
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