Sunday, April 17, 2011

 
REVERSE PAVLOV
 
Been having a strange anti-Pavlovian feeling recently, like the absence of a severe headache; I'm not figuratively screaming on a bridge in Norway as I do at this time of year. Couldn't figure out what was causing this ongoing lack of pain in the nethers, until it struck me that I had not received my always-right-on-time Nixon Phonebook this year... Wonder what's up over there; taxes are usually the last thing titular authorities surrender. Is there no one still smirking in those halls of authority?
 
 


2 comments:

Maggie said...

They don't send them out any more. Everything is online. Yes, I said that.

Robert Brady said...

And they didn't even send me a note! Guess they don't want my zero...