Excuses, excuses
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I can’t predict the future, but I can predict a couple of future events with great accuracy.
Here’s what’s going on for now, anyway.
Serving our robot overlords.
Yes, master.
Hoping to become normal.
Even somewhat normal would be fine.
For the lot of us.
Every last one. Even the ones we don’t like.
That rug
Oh, and win a gift certificate, too.
Shorter. Sweeter.
Well, shorter, anyway.
A tiny note, by my standards, anyway.
And you know how long my notes can be.
And with the wine arrived, I offer you a menu.
See you at the dinner table.
A quiet dining room, but a full plate
My plate overfloweth.