I'm sitting here feeling half upset, and half relieved, seeing the parts of
Everything that are broken today: I can node, and no one will know what I've written.
Not such an earth-shattering thing, I suppose. Ordinarily, I would put noding more or less at the center of my day--writing, posting, reading, voting.
So far today, I've gone shopping at the local Mall--and proved the genius of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.. A rule he made, or should have made:
If you are not in a hurry, there will be no lines; but if you're trying to get things done, there will be a line in front of you. You push them in front of you as you go
Now I'm back here, noding about my day not yet begun, and bugs on Everything