Y'know, every night I come home determined not to turn on the computer and to go straight to bed. Every night I come in here to let the cats go out for their nightly constitutional, and I end up turning on the computer. Then I have to read e-mail. And check Drudge. And maybe play a round or two or Orbz. And read some fanfic. And next thing you know it's 3 AM and my eyes feel like Io looks.

There aren't enough hours in the day.

Ah well. I should count my blessings. On Mars, the day is 40 minutes shorter.


When I look at craters on the Moon, I don't just see holes in the ground. I see real estate.


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