May 30, 2010 22:16
After that rather demanding presentation of ascendancy, I've found that the children at the nursery are just so... mollycoddled. Even more-so than Cronus' corporeal mirages.
So I resigned...
... after Clarice attempted to coerce me into giving her the toy Roger was so enjoying. I do not blame them, after all, they only learned from their parents. Bourgeoisie ninnies; too "busy" to enjoy their own children. It's so disheartening, I couldn't bear to work there anymore.
What shall I do now?
temporary like achilles,
the times (they are a-changin'),
i pity the poor immigrant