Ravings of a Textual Deviant

I don’t really like my job, and sometimes I half-ass it. A lot of the time, actually. I feel vaguely guilty about that, but not enough to work harder…only enough to reassure myself that I’m not a complete bastard, just burned out.

The high point of my year is the Darwin awards—not the announcements, but watching the winning entry. The rest of the time, it’s “another day, another dead guy.” One more soul to chauffeur to its final destination.

I’d like to think it used to be more fun, or at least more interesting. Unfortunately, like taxes, it wasn’t.

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