|Melancholy - thursday 2003-12-18 2149||last modified 2003-12-18 2158|
|Categories: Daily Grind|
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There's a job I really want to take, but it means I'll be living in Massachusetts for at least another two years (provided I don't do anything radically ridiculous to get myself fired).
I like lots of things within the physical boundaries of this state, but not the state itself. In fact, I was hoping this would be my last year of winter after which I could skip out to the Great Balmy Unknown, a magical place where a White Christmas is just a dream and I won't get frostbitten from walking back home.
Alas, I fear this warmth is not yet to be. Au contraire, fiscal resposibility dictates that I should probably start investing in property to avoid throwing it all away on rent.
This is my home. It is not. I must put down roots despite my desire to roam free. Yet caged birds still sing, and I guess I'm not really in a cage if I don't look at the bars.
Pray for one of my favorite sysadmins in the world. He's having (had?) some unexpected surgery.