Monday, April 13, 2009

What's that I spy?

You say: Light at the end of the tunnel. Hope! Joy! Spring!

I say: More like the glaring inevitability of the operating room lamps. Must! Learn! Corporations!

Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Commencing cold, hyperventilating Check and check.


Virgin In The Volcano said...

Seriously. This blows.

(In)Sanity Gal said...

Hmm...sounds oddly familiar.

Molly said...

Really hope, spring, and joy are = to corporations, I'm sure... good luck with that.

In it to my eyeballs said...

Hey--I said that lights at the end of the tunnel don't apply if you're in law school.

I mean, not that the world revolves around me or anything.


Right. I've got work to do.

adele said...

Corporations. Right. Have to study successor liability, can't spend all my time baking.

Right. Still working on that.

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson