Blahg: A grimy life for me
I look down at my clothes late a'Friday and I feel a poseur.
There is no ink under my nails, no new flash of printer's black that will never come out.
My hands are unchapped from constant washings and exposure to various light acids. My nose is not still singed from the low odor of volatile compounds.
My metabolism is not up, my brain not pounded from the challenge of performing moerately physical work in a challenging social atmosphere.
Life is more grim without printing.
- No Facebook
- No Twitter
- No worries