|Sufficient gold thread for a Bishop?|
Perhaps I'm not so much High Church as High Dudgeon, but I'll take that anyway.
|More than 2000 characters, and you've busted a seam|
It was very depressing to notice yesterday that I did something which I did 10 years ago. This was a sleight-of-hand process to get around some asinine regulations. I didn't like doing ten years ago, I didn't like doing it yesterday, but I could see no other way around it - the depressing part is, that we've been talking about, and trying to, change this process. Ten years and no progress. WTF.
There are other things which are being compressed as well - of course there are - but not very successfully. Little drops of acidic irritation keep spurting out, and I'm not inclined to try too hard to stop them from coming out. It relieves internal pressures to manageable levels you see. Now, to select an item from the list of things that have to be done.
My cup runneth over, and it's not with joy. At least not today.
This. Too. Shall. Pass.