Tuesday, September 28, 2004

A building collapses under the weight of an inbox's content

Too. Many. E-mails. Too. Much. To. Read. Sob.

We had the nicest conductor on the train home today. Actually I never saw him, but he had such a nice voice. Although he was only saying "this train terminates at the next stop, Stratford" he was saying it as if saying "just listen to those hoolah beats in triple stop action time, put your feet up, yours hand together and your smile in full beam for your friend and mine, Stratford".

Or something like that.

They still haven't offered that person a job yet. Slackers.


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