In the manner of one of those mutton-chopped and trembling Victorian scientist who rises like Nosferatu from his laboratory desk dashing his ironmongered microscope with all its unsatisfying, worthless slides to the floor in the process after having just discovered that the cold and inanimate, gray-fleshed beast upon whom he wishes to bestow the gift of life requires rather more battery power than the lightning rod attached to the scientist's slate roof can provide, and whose bethrothed, Maria, spends all day in her four poster bed being comforted by an an ancient maid while weeping for the fiancee whom she believes to have been driven mad by his dangerous electro-magnetic equipment, I, too, am feeling a little discontented with the petrie dish of unpleasant circumstances I am currently laboring to scoop into a formaldehyde-filled test tube so that I can categorise them and deal with each individually according to its molecular composition and chemical properties.
All in all, then, a bit of a pain in the ass week, if you catch my drift.
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Well, it beats shovelling paper from one over-stuffed inbox to someone else's.
Are you working on another project for your firm that you'll entice us with but never reveal?
Posted by: DarkoV | September 19, 2005 at 11:02
No. I'm going on vacation on Thursday, so I have a lot to do and I don't know if I have enough time to do it in!
Posted by: stephenesque | September 19, 2005 at 12:43