the novel that goes no where

it's all about how slow blogspot is.

and i write it here so that i never write it anywhere else.

yes, that's right, this is my garbage can.

dead man walking

so, made it into work. a little late.

and not too much to do. web ga, who doesn't entirely know what she's doing has picked up some of the slack.

and on my own front, i've gotten in touch with the union, and what do you know--my old buddy mike is in charge of that these days.

excellent.

i hope this works, somewhat. even if i only get a pyrric victory out of this one, it'll be worth it.

and i'll attend no meetings without union representation.