Continuing from yesterday's theme, wherein we discussed the cruel inheritance from my childhood:
If only I would apply myself!
I did have a moment, after spending another 12 hour day of working on my photoshop/AI pictures of my library co-workers posed with their spirit animals, or daemons, as Philip Pullman called them, where I thought:
What if I put this kind of relentless effort into clerkmanifesto?
And then I thought:
Oh. I do put this kind of effort into clerkmanifesto.
Which is why (Choose one, and only one, from the list below):
A. It is as good as it is.
B. I am so mad that only a handful of people read it.
C. I have had such a good time here these last ten years.
D. The gods return my calls, but only when I cannot answer the phone.