tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-31182493752308482212008-06-15T23:50:00.003-06:002008-06-15T23:56:28.372-06:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Bed. Lights about to go out. A moment of reflection before the day ends.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.schmutzie.com">Schmutzie</a>: Ugh.<br /><br />Palinode: I agree.<br /><br />Schmutzie: I really do not want to go to work tomorrow morning.<br /><br />Palinode: Well ... I'll be there.<br /><br />Schmutzie: You'll be at my work?<br /><br />Palinode: No, I'll be - I'll be here.<br /><br />Schmutzie: You're taking Monday off?<br /><br />Palinode: No, I'll be here in the morning. When you wake up.<br /><br />Schmutzie: And then?<br /><br />Palinode: And then you'll go to your work. And I'll go to my work. But I'll be there.<br /><br />Schmutzie: Where's that now?<br /><br />Palinode: I'll be around.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Iowa-wa-wa, what's the matter with my sandwich? - Jonathan Coulton</div>palinodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.com