Will May 12, 2005, go down in anyone's history books? Let's peruse the headlines: requisite North Korea and Middle East coverage; our national legislators trying to insert
I mean look at John Bolton (embattled nominee for the post of ambassador to the United Nations). He has a front page story, AND David Brooks gives him at least six inches. All for what? Whether he's confirmed or not, nobody knows who the hell he is today and nobody will know who he is tomorrow or next month or next year. It's just a rigamarole. In all actuality, it's quite similar to this post. Inefficient and inarticulate musings that go 'round and 'round the May pole with nothing to tie it together. It's the beauty of my genius.
Of course, this is all my innate boredom talking. I've been in my office for going on four hours now and haven't successfully accomplished one work-related task. Not only haven't I accomplished any work-related tasks, I haven't even worked on any work-related tasks. After all, it is May 12, and we have damn-near-freezing rain (not sure if that should be hyphenated...erred on the side of cautioned) in Minneapolis. If that's not a call for supreme laziness at work, I don't know what is.
Oh yeah: Don't forget to shop the New Prague City-Wide Garage Sale. I'm sure it'll be a good one.