Wednesday, May 5, 2004

In a fitting coup de grace for a shitty day gone absolutely shitastical, I’m sitting in an Internet cafe’ right now, typing away as quickly as possible to escape the exorbitant rates and inane prattle bantered about by the none-too-hip Webaristas. There’s also a man in his late fifties who’s attempting to flirt with one of the store reps, and it’s a spectacle best described as visual ipecac.

Did you ever have one of those days, gentle reader, when work or school sucked all the marrow out of your soul? Today is one of those days. I’m looking for Muse right now, but it seems she’s gone into hiding. Poor, poor thing.