Time is fleeting
Last week Mark and I went to Ikea. We ran into Andrew, a former schoolmate, bandmate and next-door-neighbour. Andrew thought I haven’t aged. I think Andrew hasn’t aged. Andrew is a professor at McGill. I am a manager. Aren’t professors and managers old people, or in the very least grown-ups? Bah!
September 10th, 2004 at 1:37 pm
I work for a university, I play with computers, I have a slinky on my desk. I’m not a grown-up! I wouldn’t have married a grown-up either.