"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Bugger!
This morning, when I had to wake up ridiculously early on about three hours of sleep, there was a COCKROACH in the bathtub at the hotel. That was not a cool way to start a lobby day.
It depends on what you did with it. Did you crush it and send it down the drain? Then it's destined to be a Tom Delay day. Did you make your case and ultimately convince it to vote your way? Then you're lobbying a bug, and that's just weird.
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It depends on what you did with it. Did you crush it and send it down the drain? Then it's destined to be a Tom Delay day. Did you make your case and ultimately convince it to vote your way? Then you're lobbying a bug, and that's just weird.
EWW! So glad you didn't tell me while we were still there ...
I screamed, ran away, and took forever to go back. That was so gross.
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