finklestein

I wished there were two mes. You know, mostly for time management purposes. But then I realized, knowing myself, that the not-me-me would also want two mes and this would spur a dreadful number of not-not-me-me-mes and not-...-not-me-...-me-mes -- well, you get the idea. Not just infinity, but so many infinities that even the infinities to the infinitieth powers are to the infinitieth power. Like a staircase of infinities charging from here to the unreachable cusp of the universe. And that's just the notation; each little sideways eight is a few not-not-not-not-me-me-me-me-mes and even more of the superlexical fuckers.

So, in short -- to circumvent certain doom and general discomfort by vast overcrowding, I approach the committee in hopes of retracting the authorized wish in question. I have already begun training a helper chimpanzee and the results have been promising. With his help, we have already managed to alphabetize the spice rack and are now developing an investment portfolio focusing on 10-year US Treasury Bills.