Friday, January 02, 2004

If today was any indication, 2004 is going to be a painfully boring year. Fortunately, I don't think it's an indication of anything in particular, unless you count mangled biorhythms, a worrying scarcity of social contacts and the usual dollop of ennui. And it's all just a dance of synapses and endorphins. That's the truly demeaning part.

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