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Too much Cox makes me walk funny.

Tried walking at work, following a 45 minute meeting
with Management about spreadsheets. I'm sore and tired
and clumsy. Wandered into admin office, where the
Princess, Snarky Lady, her highness the queen of the
office, and the Web Geek were. Fumbled walking roll; bumped into
table. "Had too much of Grandpa's cough syrup before
work?" the Web Geek asked.

"I didn't get enough sleep, because I got Cox this
morning!" I said, levitating slightly on the word

"..." said everyone.

"... We went from DSL to cable this morning, so I had
to clean up. Cox is the new ISP," I clarified.

The tale is making its way around the office.
I'm notorious.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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