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I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, then I realised it was just the on-coming train.

What could I do?

I just stood there, like Wile E. Coyote (super-genius), lookin’ kinda sheepish and opened my umbrella.

I feel like all the Salieris of the world.  Sure I may write and draw a thing or two, but will be forgotten in a generation or two, if I am lucky.  I’d like to leave some kinda legacy behind, but I am more realistic than that.  Maybe my nieces will tell stories about me to their children.  Perhaps this will stay online forever.  No way, who am I kidding…….

I think just the ring from my grandfather will survive a few generations.  I hope no Jewellery Buyers will get it.  God knows I’ve given enough money to pawnbrokers.  I hope they don’t get their claws on my things.  Then again, I’ll be dead, so I won’t care either way.

I’m no genius, let alone a super-genius.  There are probably billions of folks in my state, billions better off and billions worse off.  So there I am, stuck in the middle with no-one.  All hail mediocrity!!!!!!  After all, that’s the tie that binds all humanity together.  Most people wouldn’t like to be the person that’s the worst off, but I think it would be worse to be the best.  I mean, when you get to be the pinnacle, there is nowhere else to go but down.  Who wants that.  I ask you. 

So I say proudly, (say it with me) “I AM MEDIOCRE AND DAMN IT, I’M GLAD!!!!”

That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

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The Ongoing Adventures of the World’s Oldest Child Prodigy

I sprained my ankle the other day.  It hurts like the Dickens.  Am trying to walk like a person again.  I guess that’s a misnomer.  I am trying not to walk like Quasimodo on a bad day.  “Sanctuary!!!!!”  I other news, my hamster, Moe, is becoming more like a normal relaxed hamster, though, truth be told she still likes my nieces more than me.  Maybe that IS normal.  I like them better, myself.  A poor yardstick of normalcy, I’m sure, but one works with  what one has, no?

Well, that’s it for now.  Inane, I know, but I have to type or else, I’d go mad…

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.  All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.  All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.  All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy…..

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