Endless afternoon
Sep. 18th, 2003 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundThe universe is laughing at me. Knowing that I am already demotivated at work this week, it has sent The World's Most Mediocre Accordionist to play outside my office window. Seriously. Tuneless, rhythmless riffs that never go anywhere but just wind sickeningly into one another, over and over and round and round and over and over and round and round and over and over again. He was there before I went to lunch, and he's still there now.
There are two hours and forty minutes before I can leave.
Argh! Yowl! Make it stop!
On the plus side:
Power corrupts.
PowerPoint corrupts absolutely.
(You probably saw that months ago, but I hadn't, and it made me chuckle.)
There are two hours and forty minutes before I can leave.
Argh! Yowl! Make it stop!
On the plus side:
Power corrupts.
PowerPoint corrupts absolutely.
(You probably saw that months ago, but I hadn't, and it made me chuckle.)
