I'm a big fan of the Internet. Each day I boot the computer and wait an excruciating 45 seconds for Windows to load, then settle into my sequential routine of MSN, email, then perusal of my favourite websites.
I walked from the basement up to the kitchen yesterday, with a song in my heart, and noticed a rather large black and white cat was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.
It was the era of Transcendentalism, founded upon the new thoughts and ideas of Ralph Waldo Emerson. In a nutshell, he believed God, nature, and humans were all united, and if one could be anything, he should be an individual.
After finally escaping the clutches of evil of my last job, I pulled my vanishing act and landed working somewhere else. I'm being ambiguous on purpose, as I do not intend to be found by anyone.
Looking back on my previous article, I hope this one comes out slightly better written, and also, somewhat more to the point, as the last was just an excuse to bash Ruth, something that was fun but irrelevant.
This past weekend was fantastic. I spent most of the weekend in bed with an old flame. Instead of going to the bar on Friday with friends, I turned on my old love and stayed in bed the whole night.