EI-EI-GO

Please forgive my absence.  Where have I been, you're asking yourselves.  Or perhaps you're asking me, but substituting the appropriate pronoun.  Maybe you are asking God by shouting at the clouds and raising your fist in the air.  Maybe you're asking Ellie, but then you would be an idiot.

You're probably not asking at all, but here's the scoop anyway.  I got a job.  And not the usual squeegier-of-male-ejaculate-type jobs I am prone to getting.  A real job.  In a building downtown, where I wear a suit, and sip complementary coffee all day, and wander the underground shops at lunchtime in uncomfortable yet shiny shoes.  I've been meeting-and-greeting and lunching-and-learning all week.  I even attended a boardroom brouhaha for a woman embarking on maternity leave.  I've got a cubicle, a personal login, and a motherfucking photo ID.  This is the big time folks.

But make no mistake.  I still hate my life and everyone in it.  Except you, dear reader.  I could never hate you.

Please forgive my sporadic updates and the slightly sunnier tinge these missives might carry henceforth; it's the inevitable result of a slight increase in income, and the crack and collapse of my iceberg of free time.

Getting paid,

Harvey Kornbluth