And, brother, is it moving fast, fast, fast.
Racing by is the time and, yet, here I sit at the computer, full of vim, vigor and gumption. . . Wasting time, procrastinating and just plain fooling about when I should be working.
Or, at the very least, actually getting Christmas gifts purchased and wrapped and trees trimmed and lights hung.
(I'd make a juvenile joke about hung, but I'm not that immature.) [although it was a close thing] {heh. he said thing.} ((damn))
They say that the first step in solving a problem is recognizing you have a problem. Which, despite the funny glasses and fake mustache, I am having no problem recognizing, means it's time to sign off and actually get some work done.
I mean, it's not like there's anyone but me that will ever read this post, so why am I even bothering?
Unless. . .
Yes, it turns out that I can notify people about these posts merely by sending out an automatic tweet.
Consider it sent.
Sorry.
Racing by is the time and, yet, here I sit at the computer, full of vim, vigor and gumption. . . Wasting time, procrastinating and just plain fooling about when I should be working.
Or, at the very least, actually getting Christmas gifts purchased and wrapped and trees trimmed and lights hung.
(I'd make a juvenile joke about hung, but I'm not that immature.) [although it was a close thing] {heh. he said thing.} ((damn))
They say that the first step in solving a problem is recognizing you have a problem. Which, despite the funny glasses and fake mustache, I am having no problem recognizing, means it's time to sign off and actually get some work done.
I mean, it's not like there's anyone but me that will ever read this post, so why am I even bothering?
Unless. . .
Yes, it turns out that I can notify people about these posts merely by sending out an automatic tweet.
Consider it sent.
Sorry.
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