Care for a Grape, Tantalus? Here, Let Me Help You Move That Thing, Sisyphus.
I am... 120 pages away... from finishing... Ulysses.
Though I suspect the damn thing is experiencing spontaneous parthenogenesis. Either that or Joyce is telepathically inserting new pages from beyond the grave. Cursed half-blind Irishman!
The El was Hell yesterday. A little snow and they slow down, causing the peoples to turn into the animals. A certain breed of businessman is particularly prone to this RAGE virus behavior (28 Days Later... good flick). Said dudes think that no matter how many people are in the car, they can shove on in with their damned suitcases, because they've got a 8:30 tomorrow in Boise, dammit! On the other hand, waiting for an hour on the platform allowed me to knock off a dozen pages.
Though I suspect the damn thing is experiencing spontaneous parthenogenesis. Either that or Joyce is telepathically inserting new pages from beyond the grave. Cursed half-blind Irishman!
The El was Hell yesterday. A little snow and they slow down, causing the peoples to turn into the animals. A certain breed of businessman is particularly prone to this RAGE virus behavior (28 Days Later... good flick). Said dudes think that no matter how many people are in the car, they can shove on in with their damned suitcases, because they've got a 8:30 tomorrow in Boise, dammit! On the other hand, waiting for an hour on the platform allowed me to knock off a dozen pages.