Monday, July 03, 2006

anvils, hang-gliders and the like

I've officially asked #2 (upon whom may light shine) for a meeting to "discuss possibilities."

There are no words sufficient to describe my terror. Suffice it that, to cobble a lin from Sylvia Plath, I have been to the bottom, seen its roots, and I am not afraid.

Well, not too much, anyway...

1 comment:

Bartleby said...

Here's hoping that #2 provides satisfaction -- and promptly, at that.

Otherwise, let the whole world know that "#2" is a doubly-appropriate name for the knave.