Wow. Volume 3 already. Time flies.

I have been less than diligent about keeping up this web page. I have no time. I really need to get a life. I'd like to pledge myself to do exactly that, but I find that promises like that are nearly impossible to keep.

I'm a little less miserable at my job right now. There's still way the hell too much work to do, but it looks like I'm finally getting a bit more help to do it. And I haven't felt like plotting anyone's demise in, well, hours, at least.

I'm anxiously awaiting the Maharishi's return from his distant mountain. I know that his sacred presence will bring a new harmony and joy to this part of the universe. Koyanisqaatsi (spelling?) gets tedious.

Plus, I just really miss my friend. Funny how I take it all for granted when the people that mean the most to me are at my disposal. It takes no less that a sledge hammer to the head to get me to count my blessings sometimes. I guess that (prolonged) distance does make the heart grow fonder -- or maybe just more aware of the value of what one already has.