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Well, I don't know.

I've always been deeply inspired by men that cannot decide which pant leg to put on in the morning and get their walking orders from nagging shrews that run their lives. Men with sweating palms and rounded shoulders. And in women, well, say no more! Who can possibly resist the glaring, rage-filled eyes of the average sociopath lesbian. What models for the vanguard of Socialist progress. What paragons of progressive utopian thought.

That's it. Enough of my sloth and ennui!

Tomorrow, I will shave my week's growth. Heck, I'll shave my armpits, legs and ass as well. I'll splash on a little Ralph and slip into my favorite silky lounging number while I tune in NPR and await instructions for the next phase of male evolution.

Hey. Wait a second. Just tonight, I tore off the roof on my shed and have half the siding on my garage to complete. Not to mention the 240V leg that needs conduit trenching to power up the garage for my table saw. How am I gonna juggle that with my aromatherapy and interpretive dance classes?

Oh, dammit all. It's getting so crazy that girls and boys just can't balance all the things we want to be. I might as well stay the course and provide a living example of the post-glacial Neanderthal.