I thought you were trying to channel Santee. Yes, the watercooler...alas, the pipes have rusted and burst, the refrigeration coils have leaked the coolant, and everyone is going to energy drinks instead. Where's the coffee? My mug is empty, again. [_]3
I knew him, Maxwell: a resource of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: it hath borne me on its back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it."
Or something like that. I don't really care any more.
Perhaps it's time for the TR WC Funeral
I've been doing a lot of that recognition lately, or so it seems. I've been doing a lot of letting go, lately, or so it seems.
And it seems like an appropriate time to recognize the passing of the TR WC - and to just let it go,