Seems summer is but a bitter memory, at least in my (much too far north) neck of the woods. Oh, sure, it’s Labor Day, but pretty much the whole month of August was bad weather, so it seems I didn’t get my allotment of summer this year at all. Only used the Vette a handful of times and didn’t get in anywhere near enough rollerblading (just ask my flabby posterior).The days are growing short and the nights quite chilly. Soon I will sink into an abyss of depression and carbohydrate abuse.
Bulldozers are tearing up my neighborhood (and there’s some question as to whether the big-equipment happy developer even has approval for his 390 home slum, but damnit, it’s his land and he doesn’t need no stinkin oak trees) assuring that next spring there will be no joy in Constructionville.
Around January I’ll most likely have nothing left to live for. So I’ll bet those December posts should be good and maudlin. Instead of offering Vioxx and Viagra via thousands of junk emails, perhaps e-marketers should sell cyanide. Sure, not much repeat business, but an eager pool of disillusioned cubicle-dwellers await. I have more to say, but I’m tired, cranky, and in need of a sweater. Where are those M&Ms?
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