23 January 2006

I feel like Sisyphus, defeated by gravity and a rock. The rock is my attempt to burn (in the parlance) a birthday CD for my sister using iTunes. Gravity is my ignorance, the brain in its fortieth year.

You can never find a teenager when you really need one.

Still, mustn't grumble. Going to see a new Penny Cliff piece for Cardboard Citz tonight, that should be good.

1 comment:

spindleshanks said...

lord sbs such erudition in the face of failure - i'm impressed. i also have a teenager i can lend out whenever you need one again.