2003-06-03

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Macbeth

Did Shakespeare work for the Canadian federal government? Argh. Yep, it�s turning into one of those �If I Had a Hammer� days. Man, I need to work someplace where having �prematurely jaded pseudo-intellectual dilettante� on my resume would be an asset. Where did my high school guidance counselor go wrong? (In retrospect, it was probably at the point where he decided not to locate his office in a pub, thus effectively eliminating any chance I�d ever meet him.)