Comin' down to the wire
You know the wire. It's what you're left with when all the other options fall away, and there is just a single path that leads to the airport, and thence to Paris or Antigua or Johannesburg or Bangkok.
The wire is the Very Small List of stuff that you promise to do from an internet cafe in Rome, even though you know that you'll be lucky if you can keep up with the volume of email from cron, let alone the list subscriptions and daily administrivia.
I'm tired. I haven't worked this hard in ages. But it feels good, and somehow or another it will all work out.
Word.
You know the wire. It's what you're left with when all the other options fall away, and there is just a single path that leads to the airport, and thence to Paris or Antigua or Johannesburg or Bangkok.
The wire is the Very Small List of stuff that you promise to do from an internet cafe in Rome, even though you know that you'll be lucky if you can keep up with the volume of email from cron, let alone the list subscriptions and daily administrivia.
I'm tired. I haven't worked this hard in ages. But it feels good, and somehow or another it will all work out.
Word.
