Of course, two months from now, when it's drier than Dennis Miller's deodorant, I'll probably eat these words. I was chided today for forays into Deep Irrelevancy. It began, of course, with more rain. It ended, of course, with more rain. The Borg, thorough as they usually are, nevertheless got it wrong.
Existence is futile.
Things go from bad to worse, then the cycle repeats. Life is not supposed to be this irritating. And if it is, well, thirty days from today, I'm due for a colonoscopy . If I'm really, really lucky, they'll find something lethal. Assimilate that , you peripatetic putzim .