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... the exception to my last post being when I am at work and am facing a tedious pile of filing.
Except that I have nothing to say, really. This weekend I shoveled snow, wrote about 200 words of my dissertation (half of that a pasted-in quotation), failed to be social even with friends in walking distance because of blinding ice-bearing winds, worked on making a leopard puppet, agreed that Kamora just isn't Kahlua, marveled first with my sister via telephone and then in person with J. at how many people we know who have at one point or other become the archetypal "insane homeless stripper" (this is meant as a purely descriptive, non-judgmental phrase) and, in general, had bad days with good moments.
Except that I have nothing to say, really. This weekend I shoveled snow, wrote about 200 words of my dissertation (half of that a pasted-in quotation), failed to be social even with friends in walking distance because of blinding ice-bearing winds, worked on making a leopard puppet, agreed that Kamora just isn't Kahlua, marveled first with my sister via telephone and then in person with J. at how many people we know who have at one point or other become the archetypal "insane homeless stripper" (this is meant as a purely descriptive, non-judgmental phrase) and, in general, had bad days with good moments.
