2007-04-02
Already I grow anxious about the great inevitablity of my obsolesence. Already I fail to drag my recycling to the neighbor's blue bin, and so it collects dust and grows into a permananent fixture here in my den. I thank the ressurection for my three-day weekend (forthcoming) I thank my teachers for my anxiety about the future of digital information. I thank the dog for sleeping soundly. Amen.