If You Want Sense, You'll

Whether Or Not You Find Your Own Way, You're Bound To Find Some Way. If You Happen To Find My Way, Please Return It, As It Was Lost Years Ago. I Imagine By Now It's Quite Rusty.

I Am The Terrible Trivium, Demon Of Petty Tasks And Worthless Jobs, Ogre Of Wasted Effort, And Monster Of Habit.

It's Bad Enough Wasting Time Without Killing It.

The Way You See Things Depends A Great Deal On Where You Look At Them From.

You See, Years Ago I Was Just An Ordinary Bee Minding My Own Business, Smelling Flowers All Day, And Occasionally Picking Up Part-time Work In People's Bonnets. Then One Day I Realized That I'd Never Amount To Anything Without An Education And, Being Naturally Adept At Spelling, I Decided That—