quickly and breifly for the record.
Rant.
Power outrage for the forth times I suppose, in a month. In this month of December.
And today's the worst. Never had it been from near ten in the morning till near five in the evening. That's a solid seven hours of time in a day.
For the past few times or so; is has been always been less than thirty minutes or less than an hour even.
For such an occurance. I consider such outrage to had occured on an average of once to twice a month for the year.
Even so; none notification given. But not that I'd appreciate their kind of notification anyway. Despite the frequency of the outrage.
Amen to that.
Good game.
Would
just like to put this in right before anything else.
Welcome to the second year anniversary. Fortunately or rather unfortunately. Am very concious of the exact date I came back. The seventh of December. And this has been a solid two years.
*
Oh dear time. How it has passed and gone. To much of almost everything else. Time matters. Movement and speed matters even more. To where I was then and which I am here; today. Shall I just leave it and choose to consider less. Ah well they say less is more? Please. Ha?
**
I recalled the twitter post I made.
***
Much to my dismay, it was perhaps. Not exactly exactly a domestic departure. Mind you.
*
Result is scheduled to be out tonight. Hoping for the best. What is else. If not worst.
Welcome to the second year anniversary. Fortunately or rather unfortunately. Am very concious of the exact date I came back. The seventh of December. And this has been a solid two years.
*
Oh dear time. How it has passed and gone. To much of almost everything else. Time matters. Movement and speed matters even more. To where I was then and which I am here; today. Shall I just leave it and choose to consider less. Ah well they say less is more? Please. Ha?
**
I recalled the twitter post I made.
***
Much to my dismay, it was perhaps. Not exactly exactly a domestic departure. Mind you.
*
Result is scheduled to be out tonight. Hoping for the best. What is else. If not worst.
Labels:
anniversary,
Unidentified thought,
year end
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