I'm not typically one to rush to judgement But I'm having difficulty dealing with adjustment I suppose that I'll get used to it eventually But so far I prefer the twentieth century Even when the evenings aren't so shitty I can't see any stars because I'm too close to the city True, I'm looking forward to the advent of space tourism But for now I'm merely bored And as a matter of fact, who isn't? I know the picture that I paint is none too pretty Self-portrait, up to elbows in self-pity