Friday, October 31, 2003
Tomorrow/today is my very last day at work. I might transfer to the location near my latest domicile, but only if I do not find another job with significantly greater wages.at 11:27 PM
I exclusively ate junk- candy and sodas. I feel a consequential urge to burn off energy in the form of running, but I suspect 1:30 a.m. is when serial rapists/murderers emerge. Performing jumping jacks must suffice instead.
That reminds me of something Groucho Marx said in a movie, after being informed by Chico Marx's character that he (Groucho) would soon be murdered:I don't mind being killed, but I resent hearing it from a character whose head comes to a point.I have tried numerous times to explain the significance of Marxian humour to my aunt Pam, but she does not understand that without Groucho Marx, there would be no Bugs Bunny. Without Bugs Bunny, television networks would not have run Saturday morning cartoons. Without Saturday morning cartoons, my aunt Pam would have a greater attention span than she does; she thus would grasp the seriousness with which one ought to view Groucho Marx's comedy. Instead, she laughs at me.
Fool.
