Live from Cube #49

Back in the land of cubicles and farting cubemates--or wait, is that me? Oh, no, that was at Omega; living on grains and soy stuffs can really do a number on the ol' system. More than one kind of music poured from our cabins.

I worked on my Website yesterday and like the results. Not sure about the wisdom of linking my blog. I've already decided to pull my head out of the dark and dreary funkland regarding postings, and save those types for more private writing, but still. As my posting thus far clearly indicates, I have not been concerned with making a favorable impression here, and like it that way. It's more like a drainage ditch for boredom runoff.

And what about mentioning, oh, say the raging cramps that kept me up all night? I wish to retain the griping rights that I started this thing for. I hope to eventually develop some kind of voice and mastery that will turn my plumbing posts toward the witty, insightful, thoroughly readable variety, but that's a ways down the road.