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Excerpted from A. A. Milne's The Old Sailor

So he thought of his hut... and he thought of his boat,
And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and goat,
And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for his thirst)...
But he never could think which he ought to do first.

And so in the end he did nothing at all,
But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl.
And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved -
He did nothing but basking until he was saved!

It's astonishing how you can do a little of everything and a lot of nothing.

Tried to start a review dj page for the site - lost focus.

Wanted to start synthesizing a dipyrromethane - got sidetracked learning some UNIX and backing up NMR files.

Meant to run a column on some compound - just didn't seem to be the right time.

FOCUS, Arafel. Take all the screaming meemies that run around inside your head and harness them.