Sunday, September 23, 2012


As the last few months of my "official career" trial off into oblivion and I start to imagine living outside of time,  there is little of the trepidation others seem to place on my "loss".  Invariably the question "what are you going to do?"  is uttered by those who know little of my interests,  talents,  and passions, and asking this ad nauseam,  suggest their insecurities rather than mine.  I have no special plan for the world,  nor bird houses to build. I merely want to retain my marginality with a knowing smile on my face.  Is that so bad? Tomorrow I'll be up for work (day 46 or so).

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