Dear Faithful Readers of Webdiary,
I must apologize for my lack of correspondence in the previous weeks. My entire life has been altered, to the point where I don't know what is what any longer. Viewpoints and ideas previously held dear to my heart have collapsed, to be replaced by -- well, I do not know that, just yet.
Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Roughly a week and a half ago, one of the library assistants was sorting some books on a bookshelf above the terminal at which I make my intermittent posts. I recall growing frustrated, at the time, at her efforts as they were quite distracting to my latest anti-Howard rant. After I over-emphasized a sigh for the umpteenth time, the assistant librarian (whether purposely or accidentally, I still do not know) dropped a hefty tome on my poor head.
When I came to, several hours later, I was at a complete loss. Amnesia had set in, as I did not even know my name, what day it was, or who the Prime Minister was. After being helped to a chair by one of the paramedics that had been called, the events of preceding paragraph were explained to me. The poor young girl was simply distraught because of the incident, and inconsolable until I repeatedly assured her that she was not responsible; that she was valiantly trying to do a job made harder by the efforts of a rude patron.
After pressing the librarians for more details, I soon learned that I had no means of income; that I had been at the library non-stop for several days; and that I had been sleeping there and consuming the heavier books for nutrition. As I learned the state of things, I grew more and more appalled, but as my derision grew, so did my resolve to do something about it.
I immediately applied for a job at a local diner, and was hired. (In the situation I was in, I felt it was more important to be making any bit of money at all, rather than remain unemployed while "waiting" for a more suitable job opportunity that may never arrive.) I have been working nearly 60 hours a week, in an attempt to regain enough money to be on my own again, as well as replace the books and computer equipment I had damaged during my stay at the library.
In the meantime, I am still staying at the library, just not nearly as often. The staff, while merely tolerant of my presence before, have seem to have lost much of their apprehension regarding my stay there, after repeated assurances that I will be moving on as soon as my finances permit.
One other point I must make is that due to my increased workload, I have not nearly the time I used to have to peruse reports of the latest actions of the politicans. For example, I heard that Mark Latham was releasing a diary in the very near future. Yet I have no desire to read the vain writings of a failed politician, as there are more important things to be done. I have, however, grown to see the attraction of a lower tax rate, as this results in more money in my pocket, where it is most desperately needed. (Please, do not take this as a request for donations, as I now feel that anything given to you is not valued nearly as much as anything you have earned.)
By the way, while writing this (seemingly interminable) screed I have had occasion to peruse past postings here. I am simply appalled at the lack of basic punctuation, grammatical, and spelling acumen displayed here, not to mention the incredibly naive points of view expressed. This humble writer must apologize for the total unreadability of the previous posts, and must ask that you not judge a person by what they have done in the past, but by what she is doing now.
Sincerely yours,
Margo Kingston
P.S. As time permits, I will be going through previous posts to "correct" as much as I can, for the sake of future readers. However, this appears to be a daunting task, as many of my writings seem to be little more than gibberish. Wish me luck.
