THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Thursday, November 22, 2007

My levels of tolerance are on a steep decline. And by that measure, my patience is radioactive. A half life of the order of a couple of days seems about right.
GZ @ 1100 on 22/11/07 : Good morning, Prof..
TP @ 1100+ on 22/11/07 : Happy new year.
And oh, 'Prof.' is thumbs down the worst moniker to have.
Why, Devil, why?

2 comments:

i 7 said...

geez!

lets not keep the feminine part. so,
lets drop the fourth word in the phrase : 'A half life ...' :P ;)

moiz wishin digoxin the best to stay ahead in the decay race!

Trevor Penn said...

@i7
Hmm... fixed that for you. :)

digoxin? arrhythmia?