Posthuman Blues

It rained briefly this evening after weeks of record-setting greenhouse heat. My aunt from Chicago is in town; I'll see her Friday. Work has been, for lack of a better term, a drag. I'm really tired of having to effectively split my psyche in two in order to keep up with creative projects. I'm like some pathetic super-hero trying his hardest to keep his two alter-egos as far apart as possible.

If you're wondering what I do, don't bother. It's unspeakably dull. It involves files; I'll leave it at that. (There are only so many things you can do with files, and none of them are exceptionally rousing or interesting . . . except possibly setting fire to them.)

I better stop while I'm ahead or the Karma Police are going to come for me.