It was a late night at work. Then I came home, ate two cookies, got ready for bed, and turned on the computer to do more work. But I’m forced to let it wait until tomorrow. I’m having technical difficulties. I’ve learned lately to expect technical malfunctions any time I have to do something that requires mechanical equipment or radio waves or any other thing not involving sticks and rocks. I would call my mother for fun to find out whether Mercury is in retrograde, something I do sometimes when things get ridiculous and I feel the need to blame my problems on the universe, but it’s late and I don’t want to bother her. If the internet doesn’t blow up before I hit the search button, I’ll find out all on my own here in a sec…
That astrology business has always seemed silly to me, but Mercury never fails to prove me wrong.
Of all the planets to be, that’s got to be the worst one. It’s the first to get blamed for something going wrong, and it’s tiny and Africa hot. If I were Mercurian, I’d be about four and a half billion years old, which is impressive, come to think of it, but … no, it’s just really impressive.