Thursday, June 18, 2009

Trapped In The Matrix

I dream of a day where I don't have to touch a keyboard. When I'm not trapped in the matrix.

Our tenth day of fighting the virus. It still creeps through the network. A pox upon us all. We've thinned the ranks of the victims. But it still lurks in the digital shadows. Sneering at us. Hopefully we'll be clean by the weekend.

And then I come home and wade through a tarpit of a domain for a friend. My eyes crossing from all the windows and reports. Sighing at all the rubbish piled in the corners.

Tired. Tired. Tired. Morpheus, I'll take the blue pill, if you please.
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