Double Flee A

a moment of lamentation

The internet is not a chair in a garage facing a plywood wall, on which is hung a dartboard that I intentionally miss repeatedly. And at times like right now I realize that, for all its access, its unblinking silence is a poor substitute. It's the gloomy kind of day that makes every other kind of day look chipper.

If I'd been doing something other than working my dead-end job while I wasn't outside getting rained on it wouldn't have bothered me so much.

posted by dale @ 5:39 PM