title: The day Was Moist.
I definitely stole my pay today---it rained all day and practically nobody brot recycles. Sat in the mack=shack trying to stay dry. Good luck to me! Plus, the last hour was dark owing to the Reagan time=change. Good thing i have the NPR [radio] and plenty of ancient dirty magazines. HA=HA, my life is especially good! {And no, dear Readers, you cannot have my job.} OH! Wait--glowing on the Interweb is also my job??? Or maybe it only feels that way, some=times. But here i am warm & dry. Hmm---that brings me to an environmentally existential question: Is it better to werk in a small wet shack for 6 hours or to clatter around and mostly sleep in a much larger high=maintenance structure?
I shall have to ask Bucky Fuller about that, the next time i see him. Perhaps...
thinking about it and finishing up, my life is still pretty good. id est, slightly moist yet eminently favourable. What do you think? [guncle=slak]
3 comments:
the word moist always makes me think of chocolate cake.
gotcha...it's the Betty Crocker propaganda & the Hershey conspiracy...
The day was moist but un=cake=like. *giggle*
cake? the word moist always makes me think of...uh..nevermind.
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