The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley.
Or, if you are not a Scotsman or skipped class that day...
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
My guide is my mouse, whose head I caress with my thumb as as I grit my teeth.
What the hell happened to my guide? He was at the hotel at eight; I told him I needed another couple of hours of sleep, I was up to no good last night. This is Sunday after all. He never showed up again. I changed hotels, I thought I needed a swimming pool but got caught up on programming, finances, email, all that nasty stuff I thought I had left behind. But I have air conditioning and my underwear and socks, which I washed in the sink are drying in the dehumidified air. I have sufficient bandwidth to update my operating system but not enough for music videos or porn. The woman at the front desk said that the hotel didn't have enough credits to call David, but volunteered to run down the street and place a call on a pay phone.
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