October 1, 2002

• The irony of Sunday gives way to the drudgery of a Monday; though at times, as endless as the problems I'm tasked with solving seem to be, I feel a bit like Jane Jetson complaining about her 'button pushing finger' , ya know. I mean, just a few minutes ago, I'm looking at images of a mudslide caused by Hurricane Lili pounding the snot out of the Caymans, I see the missing email addresses of thousands of people in my own company whom I know right now are probably *still* looking for a job, 4 people are gunned down on a bus in Kashmir, and after all, what is it that we *don't* know about Iraq that we perhaps should.

  
  

  So I'm making an extra effort *not* to complain; things can be (and ARE for many) so much worse. I could wake up and find out that the internet was all just a program to control me so that it could turn me.....into this:

  
  

  {holds up a silver crumb tray with brush he stole from the Whitehouse collection}

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